Living by the Cowboy Code
In the Old West, your word was your bond, and respect was earned the hard way.
As twilight drapes the range in gold,
The campfire flickers, tales unfold.
With sunset chuckles, laughter rings,
While shadows dance on the breeze that sings.
Old cowhands gather, hats pulled low,
Each voice ignites the embers glow.
The horizon blushes, a canvas wide,
As stories ride on the evening tide.
From rustler fights to lost loves found,
They weave their fortunes with every sound.
A yarn of coyotes, close and sly,
Draws smiles beneath that painted sky.
With each last tale, the stars appear,
Bright beacons for the hearts sincere.
So as the fire softly dies away,
Cowboy legends light the break of day.
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