Rustling Up Some Courage
The Old West didn’t reward hesitation—it honored those who acted with purpose.
In dusty trails where tumbleweeds roll,
A playful coyote whispers, Let’s stroll!
With a glance and a grin, the desert unfolds,
As mischief is woven in stories retold.
Beneath the sagebrush, the jackrabbit hops,
While rattlers hiss, and the heat never stops.
The cowboys chuckle, as shadows they tease,
Crafting pranks with the mischievous breeze.
A tumbleweed dances, like a wild, frisky steer,
As ponies snicker, and the coyotes draw near.
With lasso in hand, a cowboy takes aim,
To catch the rolling rogue in a roguish game.
As laughter erupts ‘neath the wide-open sky,
They forge joyful bonds that will never say die.
For in these adventures, no heart can grow old,
In tales of the tumbleweed, friendship is gold.
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