The Lure of Wide-Open Spaces
There’s something about the open range that speaks to the soul of a cowboy.
In dusty boots, Dusty Dan did roam,
With laughter loud as thunder’s foam.
He wrangled coyotes, a mischief spree,
A hero lost in hilarity.
One day he tamed a tumbleweed,
Who rolled away with lightning speed.
As cowhands chuckled, “He’s quite the sight,”
Dusty gave chase, in the fading light.
In town he faced a fierce jackrabbit,
With ears like sails, it caused quite a habit.
He sprang with glee, a rope in hand,
But caught his hat instead–oh, Dusty Dan!
Yet still he rides with heart so bold,
Through sunsets bright and tales retold.
With every laugh upon the trail,
Dusty Dan’s spirit shall prevail.
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