The Call of the Open Range
The wild west wasn’t tamed by sitting still—it took courage to follow the horizon.
Beneath the stormy sky, winds howl,
Where thunder rumbles, fierce and foul.
A cowboy rides through blinding rain,
His heart a drum, embracing pain.
With leather reins in calloused hands,
He steers his steed ˜cross muddy lands.
The prairie™s breath, both wild and free,
Tests every ounce of bravery.
In shadows deep, the lightning strikes,
Each flash reveals the road he likes.
Courage found in natures wrath,
He charts his own untamed path.
Upon the dawn, when tempests fade,
His spirit shines, though weary made.
For every storm hes faced alone,
He claims the land as his own throne.
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