Kicking Up Dust on the Trail
The trail might be tough, but a cowboy always finds a way forward.
In sunlit plains where yuccas stand,
With silver spikes that grace the land.
A cowboy chuckles, sharing his lore,
Desert jokes that echo forevermore.
He sits by the fire, the sagebrush near,
With tales spun tight, like the starry sphere.
œWhy did the cactus bring a stew?
œBecause it wanted to prick up the mood!
The horizon blushes with twilights light,
As laughter weaves through the chilly night.
Each jest a gem, with wisdoms twist,
In the heart of the West, none would dare miss.
When dawn breaks soft, and shadows part,
The yucca blooms, an honest start.
For in each joke lies a tale well-told,
Of courage, freedom, and hearts made bold.
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