The Chuckwagon’s Song

In the land of cowboys, the horizon is just the beginning of the journey.

Out on the range where the cattle roam,

The chuckwagons song calls the weary home.

With leather and wood, the campfire™s bright,

It warms the hearts of the wanderers night.

Amidst the sagebrush, the biscuit dough stirs,

While laughter and tales make the air taste sweeter.

The sizzle of bacon, the coffee™s rich brew,

Each cowboy gathered, their spirits anew.

The stars like lanterns twinkle up high,

As shadows dance lightly beneath the sky.

With harmonies rising, the night becomes bold,

Tales of the wild, in the embers retold.

At dawns first light, the horizon aglow,

They saddle their horses, ready to go.

With the chuckwagon™s tune fading soft on the breeze,

They ride towards freedom, through dust and through trees.