When the West Was Wild
It wasn’t the land that made cowboys—it was their untamed spirit.
In the Southwest where the cacti sway,
A cowboy sought to roast and play.
With trusty steed and laughter loud,
He chased a marshmallow through the crowd.
Bouncing high on a desert breeze,
It danced between the mesquite trees.
With every step, the sweet treat stirred,
A comical chase, each chuckle heard.
The sun dipped low, a fiery ball,
As embers glowed and shadows fall.
He lunged and stumbled, then burst out grins,
For that marshmallow knew how to spin.
At last it perched on a stick held high,
Golden brown beneath the twilight sky.
With hearty laughs, the night ignited,
In tales of roast, the fables ignited.
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