Kicking Up Dust on the Trail
The trail might be tough, but a cowboy always finds a way forward.
Beneath the sun, where wildflowers sway,
The Dusty Spurs dance in a lively play.
With twirls and stomps, boots kick up the dust,
Creating laughter, a joyous must.
A circle forms, as cowboys draw near,
With grins on their faces, shaking off fear.
The fiddles play sweet, the banjos bright twang,
As joyous voices in harmony sang.
Around the fire, tales of old friends arise,
While embers glow gently beneath starry skies.
In spirited leaps, they conquer the night,
Spreading pure joy with each laughter-filled flight.
When morning breaks fresh with a soft golden hue,
The laughter lingers in hearts and in view.
For life on the range, though rugged and tough,
Is still a wild dance, where loves always enough.
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