Roundup on the Frontier
Every cowboy knows the importance of gathering strength before the storm.
Beneath the sun, the desert bright,
Where dust and mirage play in flight,
A cowboy laughs, with spirit bold,
As sunbeam stories start to unfold.
From cactus blooms to mesas high,
He twirls and spins neath cobalt sky.
The heat–an anchor, yet he finds,
A rhythm sweet that frees the mind.
With every leap, the shadows sway,
As swirling grains of sand ballet.
His hat tipped low, a wink he throws,
To wind and sun, where laughter flows.
As twilights hue turns gold to gray,
The dance ignites the close of day.
In cowboy heart, the joy remains,
A sunbeam dance, where freedom reigns.
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