The Spirit of the Wild West
The West wasn’t won by luck—it was carved by determination and hard work.
In a dusty saloon where the shadows play,
Cards flicker ’neath lanterns, a gamblers ballet.
With winks and whispers, they stake their claim,
In the art of bluffing, nones quite the same.
Old Maverick Joe, with a grin like the sun,
Holds a hand made of rags, yet he plays like a gun.
His poker face smooth as the tumbleweed’s dance,
Leaves rivals bewildered, caught in a trance.
On wild prairie nights, with the moon shining bright,
The cowboys concoct pranks, oh what a sight!
A hidden jack of hearts makes the stakes soar high,
With laughter that echoes, beneath the wide sky.
As dawn paints the plains in a soft golden hue,
They ride off to fortune, their friendship held true.
In a world full of tricks, where the sly will prevail,
The cowboys spirit lives on, like a bold, timeless tale.
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