Kicking Up Dust on the Trail
The trail might be tough, but a cowboy always finds a way forward.
In the roarin crowd, the dust flies high,
Cowboys twirl their hats beneath the sky.
With laughter bright, the arenas ablaze,
As cowgirls wink, setting hearts in a daze.
A roan mare prances, her hooves keep the beat,
While glances spark like fire, both bold and sweet.
He tips his hat, a wink from the heart,
In the rodeos dance, they’re never apart.
As broncs buck hard, the thrills in the air,
She rides with grace, as if weightless, bare.
In wild spins and turns, their spirits entwine,
Each leap and lasso, a sign of the divine.
When the final whistle calls, the sun starts to fade,
Their laughter lingers in memories made.
With promises whispered, two souls on a ride,
In the rodeos love, forever they abide.
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