The Laughing Flames: How Silly Poems and Songs Around a Desert Campfire Turned a Quiet Night into a Laughter-Filled Celebration

The West wasn’t won by luck—it was carved by determination and hard work.

Neath a sky of diamonds, so vast and wide,

The coyotes howled, while the night did glide.

Around the fire, a good-natured band,

With hearts full of laughter, hand-in-hand.

A cowboy stood, with a jesting grin,

Each line a tickle, bright as the din.

His poems spun tales of towns long gone,

While the flames danced higher, till laughter drawn.

With each silly verse, the shadows would sway,

The stars blinked brightly, joining the play.

In that desert cradle, where worries take flight,

The camp was aglow, fueled by pure light.

As embers glimmered in the cool of the night,

Fellowship sparked, bringing spirits alight.

From silence to joy, a wondrous refrain,

The night turned to celebration, round laughing flames.