The Laughter Harvest – Cowboy Poetry Verse

It wasn’t the land that made cowboys—it was their untamed spirit.

In fields where jokers hide and play,

The sun spills laughter, bright as day.

With wranglers bold and spirits high,

They gather joy beneath the sky.

Old Billy Joe, the king of jest,

Could wring a laugh from any quest.

His tales of coyotes chasing stars,

Were spun round campfires, near and far.

The prairie blooms like blossoms rare,

As mirthful echoes fill the air.

With every punchline tossed about,

The heart grows light, despairs cast out.

As twilight tucks the world to bed,

The laughter lingers, softly spread.

In harvests glow, their burdens lift,

For joy is life™s most cherished gift.