The Call of the Open Range
The wild west wasn’t tamed by sitting still—it took courage to follow the horizon.
In the heart of the Southwest, they ride,
With paisley vests, and colors wide.
Each stitch a story, bold and bright,
These cowboys laugh neath the starry night.
Their boots adorned with patches grand,
A tapestry that stirs the land.
With swirling prints, they chase the breeze,
Defying norms, they do as they please.
Through dusty towns, their spirits soar,
In vibrant threads, they break down doors.
Each clash of color, a wild decree,
Celebrating flair and true esprit.
As campfires crackle, the tales unwind,
Of risks in fashion, and joy defined.
For in the patterns that they embrace,
Are trails of laughter, a colorful grace.
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