The Lure of Wide-Open Spaces
There’s something about the open range that speaks to the soul of a cowboy.
glow of fire in the night’s embrace,
A beacon bright on the open space.
Riders gather, stories unfold,
In crackling warmth, a bond so bold.
Stars above, like diamonds strewn,
Whisper tales of the ghosts that croon.
Each laugh around the flickering flame,
Ignites the heart, and sparks the name.
With shadows dancing on rugged ground,
Companions found where joy is crowned.
In solitude’s realm, together they thrive,
The glow of the fire keeps friendship alive.
So raise your glass to the night so clear,
For in that glow, all hearts draw near.
In every spark, a memory shines,
A symbol of kinship, through the pines.
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