When the West Was Wild
It wasn’t the land that made cowboys—it was their untamed spirit.
In twilights grasp, the prairie hums,
With whispered tales of battles won.
A cowboy stands where shadows creep,
For days long past and memories spun.
His steed beside, eyes bright and true,
A bond forged strong in sun and rain.
Theyve chased the storms, the wild and free,
Now eyes brimmed full with silent pain.
Across the plains where hooves would dance,
They galloped forth, a fearless pair.
Yet time, a thief, has come to claim,
The last ride shared, a burden rare.
With heavy heart, he takes the reins,
And guides his friend through skies of gold.
In final journey, love transcends,
In every hoofbeat, tales retold.
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