Where the West Stands Tall
In the land of cowboys, the horizon is just the beginning of the journey.
In the blazing sun, where shadows blend,
A horse named Jasper found his trend.
With curious eyes, he’d roam the land,
Collecting each stone with a gentle hand.
Through canyons steep and valleys wide,
Shiny treasures caught his eye with pride.
Beneath the mesquite, by sagebrush bloom,
He’d gather rough gems that lit the gloom.
His cowboy laughed, with a shake of head,
“Whats with my steed, why’s he so lead?
These glimmering rocks, a curious bend,
Yet in their brightness, our troubles mend.”
Now when the sunset turns skies to gold,
Jaspers haul sparkles, a sight to behold.
Together they ride, in the desert’s grace,
A bond wrapped in wonder, a timeless chase.
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