Where the West Stands Tall
In the land of cowboys, the horizon is just the beginning of the journey.
In rugged lands where the wild winds blow,
A wagon creaked with a heavy load.
A cowpoke fumbled, his hat askew,
Chasing the wheels as they sped askew.
With sun-kissed dust swirling in the air,
The javelinas joined without a care.
They dashed with glee through sagebrush and gloom,
Turning the trail into chaos and doom.
Our cowpoke stumbled, his heart in a race,
As javelinas laughed, quickening the pace.
The wheels spun faster, the world spun round,
While mischief and mayhem tore through the ground.
But through the chaos, a lesson arose,
In friendship and laughter, the wild wind blows.
So when lifes wagons take off in a flight,
Chase them with joy, and hold your dreams tight.
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