The Spirit of the Wild West
The West wasn’t won by luck—it was carved by determination and hard work.
In the heart of dust where the cattle roam,
A band of cowpokes called this place home.
With lassos twirling and laughter loud,
They wrangled the wild, a proud, stubborn crowd.
Old Buck was wise, with a grin ear to ear,
His tricks were legendary, spreading good cheer.
He fashioned a funnel from barrels and hay,
To steer those rascals right into the fray.
But Daisy the heifer was crafty and sly,
She leaped over fences, oh my, oh my!
With a bellow and snort, she took them for fools,
The cowpokes fell over, breaking their rules.
Yet laughter rang true through the prairie night,
With tales of their blunders, they found pure delight.
For every mishap was a story to share,
In the Cowpokes Corral, joy filled the air.
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