Cowboys, Clowns, and Cattle Rustlers

A cowboy learns to face the winds with grit and a song in his heart.

Beneath the sun, the wild wind sweeps,

Where laughter mingles with secrets deep.

A cowboys hat, pulled low on brow,

Hides weary dreams beneath the plow.

The rodeos roar, with clowns at play,

They tumble and jest, brightening the day.

With painted grins and hearts so bold,

They dance round cattle like tales of old.

But shadows loom, where rustlers creep,

With stealthy hooves, they sow and reap.

A moonlit heist, their plan unfolds,

Stealing the dreams that the cowboy holds.

As dawn breaks clear, the chase begins,

With grit ignited, the cowboy wins.

Through dust and danger, he rides with pride,

For freedom, friendship, and the wide blue ride.