The Lure of Wide-Open Spaces
There’s something about the open range that speaks to the soul of a cowboy.
In shadows deep, where secrets lie,
The canyon whispers, a mournful sigh.
With cliffs like sentinels, watchful, bold,
They cradle stories the earth has told.
Through dusty trails, the horsemen tread,
With leathered hands and hearts widespread.
Each echo bounces off the canyons stone,
A legacy bound where the wild winds moan.
Beneath the sky, so vast and clear,
The tales of old find voice to appear.
From hidden caves, the spirits gleam,
Of cowboys brave, who dared to dream.
As twilights brush paints hues of fire,
The canyon breathes with each desire.
With every ride through the ancient dust,
The guarded secrets awaken in trust.
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