When the West Was Wild
It wasn’t the land that made cowboys—it was their untamed spirit.
Through high desert plains, the laughter roams,
Where contrary horns boast stories from homes.
With cacti dancing in the sun’s hot gleam,
Each steed bears witness to a herder’s dream.
A cowboy grins, as the sun fades low,
While tales of the herd begin to flow.
Of stubborn goats and a bull with glee,
Mischief unfolds beneath the yucca tree.
Coyote calls blend with the evening air,
As campfire embers spark without a care.
Each chuckle bounces off the mountain side,
In New Mexico’s heart, where laughter wont hide.
As stars emerge in a velvet dome,
The herd, a canvas, where each tale is sown.
So saddle up, friend, let your spirit soar,
On the laughter trail, adventure’s at the door.
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