The Lure of Wide-Open Spaces
There’s something about the open range that speaks to the soul of a cowboy.
In Echo Canyon where shadows twist,
A whistling wanderer cant be missed.
His tune, a ghostly laughters strain,
Brings life to this old frontier refrain.
Through craggy rocks where the daylight fades,
He plays a melody that nature made.
The townsfolk gather, their fears laid low,
As whispers dance with the evenings glow.
With each sharp note, a tale unfurls,
Of phantom horses and forgotten worlds.
His playful antics, a mask so sly,
Turn shadows into smiles, as night drifts by.
So heed the sound that the canyon shares,
Of joy and wonder in the crisp night airs.
For in his whistled tunes, sweet and clear,
Lies the heart of a town that once held fear.
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