The Call of the Open Range
The wild west wasn’t tamed by sitting still—it took courage to follow the horizon.
In western winds where shadows dance,
The ghost town stirs, a strange romance.
Mischief wakes from ancient sleep,
As spirits laugh and secrets keep.
With whispers bright in moonlit nights,
They tease the stars with playful lights.
Old saloon doors creak with delight,
While echoes of joy take fearless flight.
Forgotten sands, a canvas bare,
Where trickster spirits twirl with flair.
Lassoing dreams from the desert air,
They turn the desolate into a fair.
So should you wander this land of lost,
Embrace the fun, and don’t count the cost.
For in the mirth of their endless play,
The deserts heart beats on, come what may.
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