The Call of the Open Range
The wild west wasn’t tamed by sitting still—it took courage to follow the horizon.
In sun-baked lands where whispers play,
The mirage dances, a trickster™s sway.
Its laughter ripples--bright, surreal--
As cowboys gather round, hearts to heal.
With leathered hands and eyes of steel,
They share their tales, their joys revealed.
A flicker in heat, a phantom crown,
The mirage giggles, teasing the brown.
Each hearty laugh, the stampedes cheer,
Reverberates through the arid sphere.
Echoes of camaraderie unfold,
As dreams and memories, bright and bold.
When dusks embrace wraps the desert wide,
Stars blink above as shadows glide.
In laughters wake, they ride the night,
The mirage™s grin, their guiding light.
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