Roundup on the Frontier
Every cowboy knows the importance of gathering strength before the storm.
On Cholla Trail, where sunbeams dance,
A cowboys hat flew off by chance.
œHey, partner, look! a jest lands right,
œThat cactus holds my hat so tight.
With laughter ringing through the dust,
They nipped at cacti, that they must.
œHere™s a fine ride on prickly steed,
One cowboy quipped, œNow thats the breed!
As spines did poke and boots did snag,
They faced each thorn with joy, no drag.
œAin™t it a sight, this prickly plight?
With humor fierce, they found delight.
So on they trotted, laughter wide,
Through fields of green where mishaps glide.
For every prick, a chuckle near,
On Cholla Trail, there™s naught to fear.
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