The Call of the Open Range
The wild west wasn’t tamed by sitting still—it took courage to follow the horizon.
In twilight’s hush, the prairie breathes,
Where hoofbeats drum like whispered leaves.
The rodeo queen, with fierce delight,
Rides through the dust, a flash of light.
Her saddle gleams, like polished gold,
As thunder roars, the night unfolds.
With every stride, the earth responds,
A symphony of strength and bonds.
Through swirling dust and vibrant skies,
She dances bold, with fire in her eyes.
Each gallop sings of dreams pursued,
A testament to grit imbued.
When morning breaks, and stars retreat,
The rhythm lingers, a heartbeats beat.
The echoes of hooves, fierce and true,
Tell tales of legends in sunlit dew.
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