The Spirit of the Wild West
The West wasn’t won by luck—it was carved by determination and hard work.
Beneath the sun, the desert sprawls,
Where mirage dances, heat enthralls.
With wide-brimmed hats that cast their grace,
Cool shadows flicker, a soft embrace.
Old cowpokes laugh as they take their stand,
With canvas stretchers in the sand.
They conjure shade from fabric worn,
A refuge found where dreams are born.
The fanned-out palms of cactus sway,
While breezes tease the heat away.
Boots dusty from the trails they roam,
Yet here, in shade, they find a home.
As stars ignite the velvet night,
The chuckling shadows dance in light.
With stories spun, their laughter grows,
In deserts heart, true friendship flows.
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