When the West Was Wild
It wasn’t the land that made cowboys—it was their untamed spirit.
In the quiet dawn where whispers play,
A steed stands proud, in velvet gray.
The rider mounts with heart so bold,
Together they share a bond untold.
Through rolling hills where wild winds blow,
Their spirits dance in the morning glow.
A glance exchanged speaks worlds unspoken,
In silken silence, ties unbroken.
With every stride, the earth does quake,
A trusting soul in each heartbeats wake.
They navigate life, this daring pair,
For in each eye, adventures flare.
As sunsets paint the sky with fire,
Dreams unfurl on wings of desire.
In the look between them, trust ignites,
A cowboys heart, and his horses sights.
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