Sunset Serenades Campfire Humor at Day’s End

The Old West didn’t reward hesitation—it honored those who acted with purpose.

Beneath the vast and painted sky,

The sun dips low, as cowboys sigh.

With laughter rolled like prairie winds,

They share their tales as daylight ends.

The flames crackle, casting bright,

While shadows dance in fading light.

A card trick here, a jesting poke,

With every laugh, the nights awoke.

Old Buck’s tall tale of ghostly steer,

Leaves one young hand gripping his beer.

“Now hold on tight,” the cowboys tease,

As wild winds whisper through the trees.

As stars ignite, the fire’s glow,

Bonds form, unspoken, deep and slow.

In this sunset serenade, we find,

The cowboys heart, forever entwined.