Living by the Cowboy Code
In the Old West, your word was your bond, and respect was earned the hard way.
In Southwest skies, the chuckwagon rolls,
With a whistle that echoes and tickles our souls.
Through adobe towns where the coyotes play,
It serves up a feast at the end of the day.
At Silver Springs, the beans take a spin,
Cowhands and chuckles, let the laughter begin.
With cornbread so fluffy, a sweet spicy tease,
A dance of flavors that brings all to their knees.
Round Socorros bends, a wild-west scene,
Where prickly pears glisten and tumbleweeds lean.
They fry up some tacos, a zesty delight,
As stories and banter fill the warm night.
The final stop comes near the Rio’s bend,
With jalapeño poppers, a fiery friend.
As stars twinkle bright in a velvet-hued dome,
In every chuckle, we find our way home.
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