Trusting the Steady Steed
A cowboy’s trust in his horse is as deep as the canyons they ride.
In a saloon where shadows blend,
The whiskey flows, and spirits wend.
With laughter rich, and sorrows spun,
Whispers of legends, battles won.
Dusty hats, and poker eyes,
Glimmer in low, where tension lies.
A card shark’s smile, a duel’s return,
In these old walls, the embers burn.
Barmaids dance in candlelight,
Sharing stories of lost nights.
Ghosts of cowboys, proud and tall,
Echo their triumphs through the hall.
As moonlight spills on weathered wood,
The past collides with the understood.
Each sip a journey, time suspended,
In spirits’ grip, the night’s extended.
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