Roaming the Untamed Frontier
Freedom is found where the dirt road ends and the open sky begins.
In the glow of embers, laughter rings,
While cowboys gather, each one brings,
A tune so silly, it twirls like smoke,
With jests and jives, around the poke.
Underneath the stars, boots tapping loud,
They sing of cows that danced with a crowd,
With verses slung like lassos in flight,
As shadows combined in the moon™s soft light.
One cowboy belted a tale of woe,
Of a goat who thought it could steal the show,
With eyes all aglow, the crowd erupts,
As exaggerated antics get abruptly corrupt.
When the night winds down, and voices fade,
The dust settles thick, memories laid,
With hearts full of song and laughter before,
They tip their hats to the spirit of yore.
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