Chasing Dreams Across the Plains
Out here, every cowboy knows that fortune favors the bold.
In a sunlit ring where laughter swells,
The cowboys gather ‘round with stories to tell.
Pancakes sizzle, flipping high with cheer,
As every flapjack, a trophy held dear.
With lassos twirling like lightnings embrace,
The chickens squawk, not keen on the chase.
Each cowboy grins, a roping dance,
As feathery foes make a desperate prance.
The crowd erupts with raucous delight,
As syrup rains down in a golden light.
With each hearty bite and jovial jest,
The days sweet antics sure leave them blessed.
As evening descends on the rodeo ground,
Glimmers of sunset paint horizons profound.
Cowboys and laughter in twilight’s warm glow,
Proclaim tales of bravery where wild rivers flow.
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