The Spirit of the Wild West
The West wasn’t won by luck—it was carved by determination and hard work.
In the heart of the dirt, where the wild ones roam,
The riders gather ˜round, far from their home.
With ropes in hand and a grin thats wide,
Theyll wrangle contrary cattle, nothing left to hide.
The cattle kick and snort, a sight to behold,
As the cowboys laugh, brave and bold.
Each buck and twist, a dance they tease,
Like whirlwinds of mischief, they prance with ease.
A rider tips his hat, in the dusty suns glow,
With a twinkle of charm, he takes on the show.
Around the corral, the cheers rise high,
As he twists through the chaos; oh, how they fly!
Underneath stars glittering, laughter™s refrain,
They™ll ride this rodeo till they™re breathless from strain.
With each daring leap, and a burst of delight,
They wrangle more than cattle, they capture the night.
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