Living by the Cowboy Code
In the Old West, your word was your bond, and respect was earned the hard way.
In the early morn, the sun peeks high,
Two cowboys laugh beneath the sky,
With hats askew and boots awry,
They swap tall tales as the coyotes cry.
On a winding trail, a steer breaks loose,
With hoots and hollers, they give chase,
Through sagebrush thick, it’s quite the ruse,
Each twist and turn brings a new embrace.
A pie at camp, but a tumble too,
With grinning faces and hearts so bold,
One faceplant flies–a sight to view,
As laughter echoes through the night so cold.
As stars arise in a velvet dome,
They toast to life and the paths they roam,
In every stumble, new joys combine,
For comedy rides the rugged line.
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