Where the West Stands Tall
In the land of cowboys, the horizon is just the beginning of the journey.
In dusky light, where shadows dance,
The coyotes laugh, they take their chance.
With giggles wild, they weave their schemes,
Turning the night into laughter’s dreams.
A cowboy rests beneath the stars,
With leathered hands and fading scars.
He hears their calls, a playful tease,
Reminds him life is best with ease.
Their cunning tricks, sly as the breeze,
Challenge the thoughts that bring him unease.
With every yelp, a lesson learned,
To find the joy in twists and turns.
As dawn breaks soft with hues of gold,
The cowboy smiles, his spirit bold.
For in their chortles, wisdom flows,
In life’s grand show, its laughter that grows.
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