Living by the Cowboy Code
In the Old West, your word was your bond, and respect was earned the hard way.
In the deserts heart where the sunbeam dances,
A cowboy slips in his wide-brimmed hat.
With cactus arms, those prickly chances,
He bonds with spines–imagine that!
A tumble here, a staggered laugh,
He wrangles pricks with a playful jest.
The desert’s charm, a wild photograph,
In tales of mirth, they find their rest.
At twilights call, with shadows long,
The campfire crackles, stories unfold.
With friends and foes in mishaps strong,
The cactus cowboy’s heart is bold.
As stars emerge, a glittering show,
They toast to laughter, in moonlit glow.
Though prickles sting, their spirits flow,
For life’s rich tapestry, they’ll bravely sow.
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