Where the West Stands Tall
In the land of cowboys, the horizon is just the beginning of the journey.
On a tumbleweed, so grand and wide,
A cowpoke grinned with wild delight.
Chasing a jackrabbit, quick and spry,
Through dust and laughter, they raced the sky.
The tumbleweed danced, a swirling beast,
As sunsets painted the westward feast.
The rabbit darted, a blur of brown,
While the cowpoke hollered, “I won’t back down!”
Over hills and under starlit dreams,
They flew on winds of cowboy schemes.
With every bounce, a jestful cheer,
As cacti laughed, and the moon drew near.
But as the night wrapped its velvet cloak,
The chase paused soft, and laughter broke.
For in that whirl, a friendship spun,
Two wild hearts racing, forever young.
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