Living by the Cowboy Code
In the Old West, your word was your bond, and respect was earned the hard way.
desert sun beat fierce and bright,
When clouds rolled in, a curious sight.
With grumbles low, the cowboys stared,
No drop of rain had ever dared.
But then it came, a torrent wild,
Splashing dust, a doggone child.
With laughter loud, they danced and slipped,
In muddy boots, their hats were tipped.
Old Buck, the horse, in wonder eyed,
As punks of water turned to slides.
With whoops and hollers, through it all,
They splashed and played, their spirits tall.
When skies cleared up, the sun did grin,
They gathered round with tales of sin.
The desert™s jest had claimed its crown,
A quirky joy in nature™s town.
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