When the West Was Wild
It wasn’t the land that made cowboys—it was their untamed spirit.
In a dusty town where the tumbleweeds roll,
A Stetson laughed loud, full of spirit and soul.
It danced on the wind, with a twinkle so bright,
Leading its cowboy through days and through nights.
With striking shades of brown and a playful flare,
The hat spun in circles, full of wild flair.
It jumped on the cowboy, pulled him with glee,
Together they galloped, as wild as could be.
Through saloons filled with laughter and games of chance,
The hat stole the spotlight, igniting a dance.
With a wink and a jig, it drew every eye,
As the cowboy chuckled, “Oh me, oh my!”
Now sunset paints gold on the horizon wide,
Their bond was unbroken, like the great prairie tide.
With a cap full of joy, and boots worn with pride,
They rode on the laughter, where adventures abide.
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