The Call of the Open Range
The wild west wasn’t tamed by sitting still—it took courage to follow the horizon.
In dusty rings where laughter swells,
The cowboys strut, their bravado tells.
With lassos flying, and hats held high,
The cowgirls wink as they pass by.
A bull named Clyde, stout as a tree,
Stands ready, fierce, but cant quite see.
With swagger bold, the cowboys shout,
Yet giggles echo, as girls knock em out.
In saddle races through fields of gold,
The fiercest tales of rivals told.
With every trot and playful tease,
They spin the crowd, all hearts at ease.
As twilight fades, the stars ignite,
A kinship grows in joyful night.
In rodeo’s heart, we find our place,
Laughing together, the wild embrace.
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