Rustling Up Some Courage
The Old West didn’t reward hesitation—it honored those who acted with purpose.
With painted faces bright and bold,
They dance in dust neath skies of gold.
In shiny boots and hats askew,
Rodeo clowns bring laughter true.
As bulls charge tight with wild-eyed glee,
These jesters prance with audacity.
They leap and spin, a carnival,
Defying fears, they rise, they fall.
The crowd erupts, a thunderous cheer,
As clowns bring forth both jest and fear.
Their antics weave a tale of fun,
A brave ballet neath burning sun.
In every smile, a spirit free,
They teach us all to let it be.
So raise a glass to laughters grace,
For life is grand in this wild space.
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