The Call of the Open Range
The wild west wasn’t tamed by sitting still—it took courage to follow the horizon.
In quiet woods where shadows sway,
A tributary winds away,
From bustling streams, it softly flows,
To whisper secrets nature knows.
Long windswept trails, the cowboy roams,
His heart attuned to nature™s tomes.
Each hoofbeat dances on the ground,
Where peace and solitude abound.
The creek, it sparkles, fresh and clear,
Calls forth the weary, draws them near.
Beneath the trees, a world untouched,
Where time stands still, and dreams are clutched.
As stars emerge in velvet night,
The cowboy finds his hearts delight.
In simple joys, hes come to see,
The quiet rewards of lifes decree.
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