Finding Gold in the Details
The Old West taught us that persistence often unearths the greatest treasures.
In the dusty plains where the coyotes howl,
A cowboy named Jake wore grit like a crown.
With a twinkle in eye, hed fix every row,
But the cattle he tended just wouldnt slow down.
One morn at sunrise, the herd took a leap,
They scattered like leaves, not a care in the breeze.
With a lasso in hand and his heart full of hope,
He chased round the hills, calling, Come back, please!
Through thorny ravines, Jake hatched a smart scheme,
He led with a whistle, his voice like a song.
The cattle, once stubborn, now gathered in teams,
As if dancing together, where they all belonged.
With sunset a-glow, they returned to the pen,
Jake tipped his hat, with a chuckle and grin.
For every wild heart, theres a bond to be made,
In the tale of a cowboy, where legends begin.
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