The Call of the Open Range
The wild west wasn’t tamed by sitting still—it took courage to follow the horizon.
Beneath the canvas of night™s embrace,
The stars alight, a timeless race.
With whispers carried on the breeze,
They tell of lives that rode with ease.
In dusty boots, through trials faced,
With every mile, a spirit traced.
The lonesome coyote calls from afar,
While hope ignites like a brand new star.
Through rugged hills where legends roam,
The cowboy™s heart finds steadfast home.
Each sunset paints a tale of old,
Of freedoms worth and courage bold.
So gather round the fires glow,
With tales of pride that ebb and flow.
For in the night, their stories weave,
The stars that shine, a legacy to believe.
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