Rustling Rodeo

Do what’s right, ride tall, and keep your boots clean—it’s the cowboy way.

In dusks embrace, the cattle roam,

A silent call draws riders home.

With lassos flying, swift and bold,

They wrangle dreams from dusk till cold.

The crack of hooves on dusty ground,

As cowhands gather, strength unbound.

Beneath the clouds, a spirited dance,

In rustling rodeo, they take their chance.

The thrill of chase, a wild delight,

With every turn, they embrace the fight.

Beneath the stars, their laughter rings,

As freedom soars on leathered wings.

When dawn breaks soft, the shadows flee,

Each riders heart is wild and free.

They chase the sun, the cattle chase,

In rustling rodeo, they find their place.