Finding Gold in the Details
The Old West taught us that persistence often unearths the greatest treasures.
In leather boots, the sage would stroll,
His hat tipped low, a maverick soul.
With laughter rich as the mighty plains,
He’d weave the tales where wisdom reigns.
By crackling fire, with stars aglow,
He’d spin a yarn of joy and woe.
Life’s a rodeo, partner, take it slow,
He’d wink, as flames danced in ebb and flow.
Through canyons wide and hills of sage,
He found his truth on every page.
“Always tip your hat to the setting sun,
For it won’t wait, and life’s just begun.”
When the morning breathes on the crisp terrain,
And hooves drum out a timeless refrain,
The cowboy rides, with a grin so bright,
Carrying humor’s spark, through day and night.
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