Living by the Cowboy Code
In the Old West, your word was your bond, and respect was earned the hard way.
Beneath the silvered, waxing moon,
Coyote songs weave nights sweet tune.
The campfire crackles, shadows dance,
While cowboys plot in gleeful prance.
Beneath the stars, with hats pulled low,
A daring prank, the laughter flows.
With rope in hand, they tease the night,
A playful chase, a wild delight.
As coyotes howl in their delight,
The cowboys ride, hearts free and light.
Through sagebrush fields with laughter bold,
Their shenanigans, a tale retold.
With dawns first blush, they ride the plain,
In bonds of friendship, joy, and strain.
For every song and every cheer,
Lives on the spirit of the frontier.
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