When the West Was Wild
It wasn’t the land that made cowboys—it was their untamed spirit.
In the heart of the desert, where suns blaze reigns,
The Cactus Cowboy stirs in wild, sandy plains.
His thorny friends, a motley crew,
Join in the games, as the excitement grew.
With lasso twirls that glint in the heat,
They dance round the barrel, nimble on feet.
A jump through the hoops made of spiny grace,
Laughter rises, echoing through the vast space.
Each challenge blooms neath the azure hue,
A race with the prickle that’s nature’s debut.
From cactus fencing to wild tumbleweed,
Adventure unfolds, where the daring breed.
As twilight casts shadows, the stars start to gleam,
The night murmurs tales, woven into a dream.
In the carnivals glow, with hearts bold and free,
The Cactus Cowboy and friends carve their spree.
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