When the West Was Wild
It wasn’t the land that made cowboys—it was their untamed spirit.
In sun-drenched plains where shadows dance,
The jackrabbits leap, a lively prance.
With whiskers twitching, they dart and play,
Chasing the dreams of a bright, wild day.
The sagebrush rustles with secrets untold,
As lizards bask in the sun™s warm hold.
Their intricate motions weave tales of cheer,
In a world where courage is found quite near.
A cowboy rides, with laughter so free,
Completing the picture, a scene meant to be.
Each critter™s antics, a merry refrain,
Turning tough journeys to light-hearted gain.
As twilight descends, the stars take their place,
The desert hums with a wise, ancient grace.
In whiskers and whimsy, the spirit resides,
Where laughter and life on the frontier abides.
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