The Spirit of the Wild West
The West wasn’t won by luck—it was carved by determination and hard work.
In twilights glow, a tale unfurls,
Of ghostly towns and long-lost pearls.
With courage firm, he takes his ride,
To seek the haunt where legends bide.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
He chases whispers, winds whispering nigh.
The dust of ages beneath his boots,
A map of dreams where the spirit roots.
By flickering light of a crescent moon,
He finds the ghosts in a merry tune.
With laughter bright in the still night air,
These cowboy souls, free of earthly care.
As dawns soft blush paints skies anew,
He leaves with tales, and friendships true.
For in that town where shadows danced,
A cowboys heart found peace at last.
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