Trusting the Steady Steed
A cowboy’s trust in his horse is as deep as the canyons they ride.
In sweltering heat where the dust devours,
Mirages dance ˜neath sun™s blazing towers.
A glimmering creek, just a wink and a sway,
Leads cowboys astray, in a whimsical play.
With laughter that echoes through canyon and vale,
They chase that fine dream, like a ghost on the trail.
A shimmering horse, or a cowboy so bold,
Winks back at them gently, like tales of old.
Through cacti and tumbleweeds, mirages unfold,
Twisting their minds, like wild stories told.
What one thought was water, a shimmering prize,
Turns into a jest, as the sun starts to rise.
Yet amid the ruckus, there™s joy in the game,
For every wrong turn, there™s a spark, there™s a flame.
These cowboys, they chuckle, resilient and free,
In mirage™s embrace, true adventure they see.
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