Roundup on the Frontier
Every cowboy knows the importance of gathering strength before the storm.
In the quiet dawn, where the wild grass sways,
Lively boots tap-danced through sun’s golden rays.
Mischief afoot, they lead the brave steed,
Turning ho-hum trails to raucous stampedes.
With a twirl and a whirl, they kick up the dust,
Chasing tumbleweeds, as cowhands adjust.
Laughter erupts from the leather-clad friends,
In this merry rodeo, joy never ends.
Underneath the broad sky, they waltzed with the breeze,
Kicking up laughter as light as the leaves.
The horses joined in, their manes flowing high,
As the boots tapped a tune on the open sky.
At twilight’s embrace, when the stars begin peeking,
The boots keep on dancing, the cowhands are squeaking.
For in every adventure, through valleys and hills,
The laughter of boots turns solitude to thrills.
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