The Lure of Wide-Open Spaces
There’s something about the open range that speaks to the soul of a cowboy.
By flickering flames, the night unfolds,
With tales of glory, bravely told.
The desert air, a canvas vast,
Where laughter dances, shadows cast.
Around the fire, old friends convene,
Their rugged faces, weathered, keen.
With every joke and hearty cheer,
The burdens lighten, banished fear.
The coyotes join, a song sublime,
In rhythm with the crackling rhyme.
Each ember sparks a memory bright,
Of campfire nights in the pale moonlight.
So heed the call of laughters grace,
In this wild land, our spirits race.
With hearts united, we face the quest,
In the deserts laughter, we find our rest.
Copyright © 2025 Randy Salars
All rights reserved
All rights reserved