When the West Was Wild
It wasn’t the land that made cowboys—it was their untamed spirit.
In twilight’s grasp, the coyotes jest,
With laughter rich as a cowboys quest.
The sagebrush sways, a whisper light,
Echoes of wisdom that dance in the night.
Around the fire, old legends bloom,
As wranglers share tales that chase away gloom.
A joke on the wind, a cackle so sly,
Makes the stars chuckle, suspended on high.
“Lifes like a saddle,” an old-timer grins,
“Hang onto the reins, let no one else spin.”
In canyons deep, where echoes can play,
Their humor sparks bright, lighting the way.
As dawn breaks soft on the rim of the day,
The laughter lingers, as shadows decay.
With hearts wide open, they ride on anew,
In the deserts embrace, where friendship rings true.
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