Kicking Up Dust on the Trail
The trail might be tough, but a cowboy always finds a way forward.
In dusty boots beneath the stars,
A raucous crew with laughter, ours.
With jokin tales and hearty cheer,
The night unfurls, with no one near.
Around the fire, the old tales spun,
Of wild card games and mischief done.
œRemember when Jim danced with a goat?
Laughter rolls in waves from each throat.
With scootin steps we hit the floor,
Each misstep brings us back for more.
In boots and hats, we spin and twirl,
The Dusty Spurs, our laughters whirl.
As dawn approaches, we™re still aglow,
With memories made, and tales to sow.
Through the bumpy trails of life we ride,
Together bound, with joy as our guide.
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