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A campfire story about a ghostly cowpoke who haunts an abandoned ghost town, but all he does is misplace his spurs

From Saddles to Success

The cowboy life teaches one lesson above all—hold the reins, and lead the way.

Beneath the moon in a ghost town’s hush,
Where tumbleweeds whisper and shadows rush,
A campfire flickers, tales rise and play,
Of a spectral cowpoke who’s lost his way.

Once a proud rider, swift as the breeze,
Now clanging spurs float upon the tease.
At sunset he moans, “Where have they gone?”
Those silver-bright trinkets, now lost at dawn.

Through dusty saloons where no voices dwell,
He searches for echoes, his heart in a swell.
With a laugh that echoes, a ghostly jest,
He stumbles on trails, never finds rest.

So heed this story as embers dance bright,
In the chill of the night and the waning light.
A cowboy may wander with spirit unfurled,
But its missing his spurs that haunts his old world.