Roundup on the Frontier
Every cowboy knows the importance of gathering strength before the storm.
In the heart of the desert, where shadows dance,
Cowboys gather round, with laughters expanse.
They spin tall tales by the crackling fire,
Crafting an oasis, where spirits conspire.
With whoops and wild grins, they plot and they tease,
A well-aimed water bucket, a rustle in leaves.
They hide behind rocks, with a glint in their eyes,
As the unsuspecting wanderer meets their surprise.
The sunset glows bright, painting skies like their dreams,
In this mirthful haven, laughter spills like streams.
With jokes of old legends, their spirits unbound,
They spin the tough days into joy all around.
As stars blanket night, and the coyotes cry,
These cowboys remind us to laugh neath the sky.
In laughters embrace, under moons gentle rays,
They find joy in the journey, in their playful ways.
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