The Lure of Wide-Open Spaces
There’s something about the open range that speaks to the soul of a cowboy.
In twilights glow, the open plain,
The horseman swears through wind and rain.
With hand on heart, he makes his vow,
To honor all, at this moment now.
Beneath the sky where eagles soar,
He pledges bond with land he™ll chore.
Each hoof print marks a solemn claim,
To tread with care on this sacred frame.
With leather reins and spirit bold,
He guards his steed through heat and cold.
In storm and sun, through thick and thin,
Together bound, they fight and win.
As dawn breaks bright, with colors grand,
A promise kept, to beast and land.
For in his heart, the oath held tight,
He rides the wild, a soul in flight.
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