Roundup on the Frontier
Every cowboy knows the importance of gathering strength before the storm.
In the land where mesas kiss the sky,
Her laughter dances, bold and spry.
With boots that kick up dust and dreams,
She rides the night, her spirit beams.
Underneath the stars, she spins her tales,
Of ropin’ mustangs and wild, swift gales.
A fiddle’s twang, the campfires glow,
Her vibrant voice, a joyful flow.
With sassy charm and a heart of gold,
Through deserts vast and mountains bold,
She wrangles life with quick-witted grace,
A cowgirl’s strength, we all embrace.
So raise a glass to the fiery soul,
Who rides with laughter, fierce and whole.
For in her songs, we find our cheer,
A melody of spirit that draws us near.
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