When the West Was Wild
It wasn’t the land that made cowboys—it was their untamed spirit.
By sunrise glow, the camp is set,
With coffee brewing, a daily bet.
Old tales emerge, like smoke in air,
Beneath the stars, with laughter to share.
The horses munch on grass so sweet,
While cowboys swap their tales upbeat.
A tale of lost boots and a wayward steer,
Brings raucous laughter, banishing fear.
Cactus blooms in the suns warm embrace,
As shadows play on each sun-kissed face.
A twinkle of mischief lights up the eyes,
For laughter out here is the grandest prize.
With every sip, old legends thrive,
In cracks of joy, the spirits alive.
So heres to the pause, in the wild and free,
Where coffee and humor flow endlessly.
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