The Call of the Open Range
The wild west wasn’t tamed by sitting still—it took courage to follow the horizon.
In the Southwest, where wildflowers sway,
Beneath a sun that kisses the day,
Rodeo queens, with grit and grace,
Ride their hearts in a spirited race.
With boots that stomp and lassos that twirl,
These cowgirls laugh, their flags unfurl.
Amidst the dust, their rivalry™s bold,
In every cheer, a friendship unfolds.
They trade barbs sharp as a cowboys knife,
Each challenge met, igniting their life.
The crowd roars loud as they take their stand,
Sisterhood grows in this dusty land.
As the stars crown their spirited night,
They dance in honor of their fierce fight.
With bonds unbroken, through highs and lows,
These feisty queens embrace the rodeos glow.
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