The Lure of Wide-Open Spaces
There’s something about the open range that speaks to the soul of a cowboy.
In the early morn, the sun peeks high,
Two cowboys laugh beneath the sky,
With hats askew and boots awry,
They swap tall tales as the coyotes cry.
On a winding trail, a steer breaks loose,
With hoots and hollers, they give chase,
Through sagebrush thick, it’s quite the ruse,
Each twist and turn brings a new embrace.
A pie at camp, but a tumble too,
With grinning faces and hearts so bold,
One faceplant flies–a sight to view,
As laughter echoes through the night so cold.
As stars arise in a velvet dome,
They toast to life and the paths they roam,
In every stumble, new joys combine,
For comedy rides the rugged line.
Copyright © 2025 Randy Salars
All rights reserved
All rights reserved