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Old longhorn standin’ in the sage so still,

Like he’s king of the dust and the open hill.

Horns cut wide like a crescent moon,

Seen hard winters and the dry month of June.

Ain’t much said on the wild prairie plain,

Just wind through the brush and the smell of rain.

Out here strength ain’t loud or shown,

The toughest things stand quiet alone. -MikeJB

He threw that rope at a pale, quiet moon,

Like he aimed to pull night a little too soon.

Horse stood steady, like it’s seen that before,

Man chasin’ things you can’t ever store.

Loop caught nothin’ but sky and a dream,

Still he held on like it might mean somethin’.

Out here we rope what we’ll never keep,

Tossin’ our wants where the wide stars sleep. -MikeJB

That bronc hit the sky like it hated the ground,

Hooves cuttin’ air with a thunderin’ sound.

Man in the saddle got one hand to fate,

The other just prayin’ he ain’t too late.

Dust kicks up truths you can’t outride,

Fear sits tall but he won’t let it ride.

Crowd holds breath like the world might break,

All on the line for a few seconds’ stake.

That hat’s pulled low but the fire shows through,

Grit ain’t a thing you fake or you knew.

You don’t break horses, you learn how to stay,

Holdin’ on hard while they try throw you away. -MikeJB

That hat on the post ain’t just leather and brim,

It’s a man-sized silence left hangin’ on him.

A coil of rope like a story half-told,

Loops full of miles and hands gone cold.

The mountains don’t care, they just shoulder the sky,

Watchin’ men come to live and then leavin’ to die.

Fence line’s crooked, same way with truth,

Leavin’ your shape in the things that outlast you.

Time takes a man and spends out his youth.

That lasso still waits for a hand it once knew,

For dust, for a chase, for somethin’ worth doin’.

Out here you don’t quit, you just fade from the view. -MikeJB

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Old Ford sits quiet at the edge of a Wyoming field, its amber lights glowing like tired eyes that ain’t ready for sleep yet. The last of the sunset bleeds low across the prairie while the first hard stars take their posts above, same way they’ve done since before trucks and fences and men with dust in their lungs. Out here a cowboy learns the road don’t end when the daylight does, it just turns darker and quieter, and if you listen close enough beneath that wide Wyoming sky, you can hear the land breathing slow and steady like it’s keeping time with your own. -MikeJB

The combine rolls slow through a Wyoming field at dusk,

iron teeth humming through wheat and dust.

Red fire clouds hang over the prairie wide,

while the long day’s labor rides the sunset tide. -MikeJB

Neon hat burning blue in the night, spelling out a life most folks only pretend to understand.

Neon bronc kicks high,

Whiskey laughter fills the dusk,

Night rides hard in town. -MikeJB

The evening sun burned copper gold, the desert breathing slow,

A painted horse stood quiet where the dying day would go.

Feathers stirred above his ears, the wind spoke soft and low,

Like stories old the prairie keeps but rarely chooses show.

Red circles marked his watchful eyes, old symbols worn with grace,

A thousand miles of sky and dust reflected in his face.

He stood like something half a dream, half spirit of the land,

A silent oath of wildness no man could truly command. -MikeJB

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Taos sky burns red at close of day, Sangre peaks cut sharp and high, adobe walls hold heat and prayer beneath that endless desert sky. Rio Grande runs deep and slow through gorge and stone and time, and I ride quiet through sage and dust where old worlds still align. -MikeJB

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