Holding Steady Through the Storm
Cowboys know that the hardest trails lead to the most beautiful views.
In dusty towns where shadows play,
The saloon doors swing, bold and gray.
With laughter lost in whiskey dreams,
Life spills like smoke from starlit beams.
A card game hums, old stories spoken,
Of love and loss, and promises broken.
The piano wails with a hearts refrain,
As cowboys toast to joy and pain.
Outside, the prairie stretches wide,
Where hooves have thundered, and hopes abide.
Ghosts of the past in the winds do dance,
Whispers of frontier lives, a fleeting chance.
So raise a glass to the twilight glow,
For in these tales, the legends flow.
Through every drink, our spirits soar,
In the saloons warmth, were evermore.
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