Chasing Dreams Across the Plains
Out here, every cowboy knows that fortune favors the bold.
Beneath the sun where the wild winds blow,
A lone cowpoke wandered, his spirit aglow.
He crossed the dry land, through dust and through heat,
In search of a treasure, a culinary feat.
Then past rugged mesas, in a hollow he found,
A cactus so strange, on parched, sacred ground.
Instead of sharp spines, bright peppers did gleam,
A vibrant oasis, born from a dream.
With each fiery bite, the flavors did dance,
A taste of the prairie, a spicy romance.
He shared with his friends, round the crackling fire,
As laughter and stories grew ever higher.
So now when the cowboy rides under the stars,
He carries a secret that fate left in jars.
A cactus of wonder, a gift from the west,
In a world filled with trials, it brought him his best.
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