Lone Star Drifter
Beneath a sky of boundless blue,
Where mesquite trees and cacti grew,
A cowboy roamed, a rugged soul,
His heart as wild as any foal.
His weathered hands, a testament,
To years of toil, well-spent.
His Stetson hat, a trusty friend,
Protecting him until the very end.
He rode the range, a fearless sight,
From dawn ’til dusk, with all his might.
His trusty steed, a paint so fine,
Together they’d cross the state line.
He’d mend a fence, a weary task,
Or rope a calf, with lightning fast.
At night, around the campfire’s gleam,
He’d share his tales, a cowboy’s dream.
Of cattle drives and dusty trails,
Of sudden storms and desert gales.
Of friendships forged, and hearts that mend,
The cowboy’s life, a faithful friend.
The Texas Cowboy @peacewriter51
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