Rustling Up Some Courage
The Old West didn’t reward hesitation—it honored those who acted with purpose.
In dust and light, the rodeo gleams,
Where laughter flows like mountain streams.
A crowd enraptured in joy™s embrace,
As words take flight in this rugged space.
With hats tipped low, the poets rise,
Old stories spun neath open skies.
Their verses dance like bucking broncs,
In rhythmic tides where spirit honks.
Each stanza crafted, woven tight,
With vibrant tales that stir the night.
Hooves pound the ground, a heartbeat strong,
As melodies join the cowboy song.
As stars emerge, the stage ignites,
With echoes true of endless nights.
For in this contest, the hearts unite,
In verse victories, the West takes flight.
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