Blazing Trails in the Frontier
The only way to find new horizons is to keep riding toward the setting sun.
In moonlit nights, the horses prance,
With twinkling eyes, they dance that dance.
Their silent jokes, a playful roar,
While riders grin, they crave for more.
On dusty trails, with sunlit grace,
They nicker soft, a warm embrace.
With every stride, a funny tale,
Of tumbleweeds and wind blown wail.
In herds they snicker, a shared delight,
Of lessons learned in starry night.
Through mirthful snorts, they paint the skies,
With wisdom wrapped in horsey guise.
As dawn breaks forth, they trot anew,
With laughter shared in golden hue.
Together bound, both horse and friend,
In whispered joy, their spirits blend.
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