When the West Was Wild
It wasn’t the land that made cowboys—it was their untamed spirit.
As twilight drapes the prairie wide,
Around the fire, with friends beside,
We brew our coffee, black and strong,
And laughter dances, wild and long.
The moonlight sparkles on worn hats,
While tales tumble like old, fat cats.
With every sip, the stories grow,
Of cattle drives and midnight’s glow.
From distant hills, a coyotes wail,
Joins in the harmony of the tale.
We toast to days of sun and dust,
In bonds of friendship, we all trust.
So here beneath the starlit dome,
With coffee warmth, we find our home.
Each chuckle shared, each moments grace,
Makes life a grand and cherished chase.
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