Living by the Cowboy Code
In the Old West, your word was your bond, and respect was earned the hard way.
Beneath a quilt of endless night,
The cowboys rest, their hearts alight.
With whispers soft of laughters grace,
Stars twinkle down, a warm embrace.
The crackling fire, a soft murmur,
Reminds them of tales that stir and stir.
In dreams they ride on shooting stars,
Where freedom sings, and no one bars.
Each silver glow, a whispered cheer,
Guides weary souls through realms of sheer.
With laughter woven in the breeze,
They drift on winds that sway the trees.
As dawns first blush begins to creep,
The cowboys rise from tender sleep.
With hearts attuned to natures song,
They greet the day, where they belong.
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