The Spirit of the Wild West
The West wasn’t won by luck—it was carved by determination and hard work.
In dusty trails where laughter reigns,
Quickdraw wit dances on the plains.
The sun paints gold on sagebrush wide,
As cowboys josh with playful pride.
With every chuckle, burdens lift,
Mockin’ the cacti, that’s their gift.
A jibe is shot like a cowboy’s spin,
Through rugged hills where true friends grin.
Their hearts are light, their spirits bold,
With tales of gold and whiskey told.
The mesas echo bursts of glee,
As laughter drifts on warm, dry breeze.
So raise a toast to those who roam,
With humor rich as desert loam.
In Southwest lands, where wild jokes flow,
They carve their paths, where sunsets glow.
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