Roundup on the Frontier
Every cowboy knows the importance of gathering strength before the storm.
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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