The Lure of Wide-Open Spaces
There’s something about the open range that speaks to the soul of a cowboy.
In dusty trails where laughter flies,
With wranglers jokes beneath the skies,
Three cowboys gather, tales unwind,
In every jest, their lives entwined.
Around the fire, the embers glow,
With raucous laughs, the stories flow,
From mishaps on the bucking steer,
To pranks that send them roaring near.
Each rugged face, a weathered map,
Reflecting joy within the camp,
As stars above like diamonds gleam,
In echoes of their friendships dream.
So ride the trails, let laughter reign,
Together bound through joy and pain,
In every chuckle, hearts ignite,
For laughter guides them through the night.
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