Rustling Up Some Courage
The Old West didn’t reward hesitation—it honored those who acted with purpose.
Upon the ridge, where wild winds blow,
A cowboy sets with heart aglow.
With laughter rich like sagebrush scent,
He rides for cattle, the quest is meant.
The cattle roam, a restless band,
With twists and turns, they dont understand.
Through canyon bends and dust clouds high,
He calls their names while hawks circle shy.
With quickened wits beneath the sun,
He swings his lasso, a dance begun.
A tangle here, a stumble there,
He chuckles bright, no hint of despair.
At dusk, he™ll share a tale near firelight,
Of stubborn beasts and victories bright.
With every laugh, his spirit soars,
In the heart of the West, the cowboy roars.
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