The Spirit of the Wild West
The West wasn’t won by luck—it was carved by determination and hard work.
In dusty boots, the poets meet,
With laughter bright, their rhymes are sweet.
Around the fire, their stories flow,
In verses spun from sun and snow.
They wield their word--a lasso tight,
Wrangling humor in the night.
From saddle tales of daring rides,
To silly pranks, their spirit glides.
With heart and grit, they paint the land,
The desert vast, where dreams expand.
Each quip a brand, each line a steer,
In œThe Versified Rodeo, they steer.
As moonlight bathes the sagebrush wide,
The echoes of their voices ride.
For in the Southwest™s wild embrace,
Cowboys find joy in a poets grace.
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