The Call of the Open Range
The wild west wasn’t tamed by sitting still—it took courage to follow the horizon.
Under the lights of the dusty hall,
Where laughter blooms like a wildflowers thrall,
The cowboys gather, stories in tow,
Their cattle tales twist like a lassos throw.
With boots kicked up and hats pulled low,
They spin their yarns where the chuckles flow.
A tale of a steer that danced on a fence,
Left audiences rolling, laughter immense.
One cowboy grins, with a glint in his eye,
Recalls the day he reached for the sky,
His horse, a prankster, bucked with delight,
Sending him airborne in a glorious flight.
As the moon hangs high and the stars begin,
The cowboys bow, their heads held in kin.
Each tale a treasure, shared with great cheer,
The Contrary Cattle Comedy Hour, sincere.
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