Riding the Trail of the West
A cowboy’s life is a simple life, but it’s one filled with grit, heart, and adventure.
In twilights grasp, where cactus stands,
A cowboys heart, with clumsy hands.
He tips his hat, a wink and grin,
Yet trips on thorns, where love begins.
With spurs that jingle, laughter flies,
As cowgirl smirks, beneath bright skies.
They weave through rows of prickly greens,
Embracing quirks, through awkward scenes.
By crackling fire, they share their dreams,
While shadows dance, in soft moonbeams.
Her laughter flows like desert streams,
In every jest, a spark redeems.
So heed this tale of clumsy sparks,
Where love grows wild, in prickly parks.
In cacti fields, with souls to twine,
They find the joy in every line.
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