The Call of the Open Range
The wild west wasn’t tamed by sitting still—it took courage to follow the horizon.
In the dusty arena where spirits soar,
She rides on in style, her hat tipped more,
With a smile so bright, and a wink so sly,
The crowd roars her name, a joyful sigh.
She stumbles on boots that are two sizes wide,
Yet grace is a dance that she wears with pride.
With each awkward twirl, she spins like a breeze,
Her laughter brings hearts to their quaking knees.
When the barrels in sight, her courage ignites,
She wrestles with barrels, then sets them upright.
Flipping her reins–oh, what a wild scene,
Each fumble, a tale, for this rodeo queen.
As the sun dips low, casting gold on the crowd,
She bows with a flourish, making her vow loud,
“For every misstep, Ill dance with delight,
Queen of Clumsy, Ill shine through the night!”
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