Roundup on the Frontier
Every cowboy knows the importance of gathering strength before the storm.
Where mesas rise and grasses sway,
We ride as friends along the way.
With laughter bright, like canyon song,
In dusty trails, we all belong.
The sun sets low, it paints the sky,
While stories shared make moments fly.
A campfire crackles, shadows dance,
In that warm glow, we take a chance.
Through winding paths and desert heat,
A bond is forged in every beat.
The echo of a friends warm jest,
Turns weary miles into a quest.
As stars unfold like dreams at night,
We find our joy beneath their light.
With every hoofprint in the sand,
The dusty trails our promised land.
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