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Albert1434
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04/21/2025
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Good Times - 11. Chapter 11

Under the Western Skies

Beneath the sun o’ the West so bold, Where the plains stretch wide, an’ the nights are cold, There roams a boy with a heart so true, With eyes of fire and skies so blue.

His boots do clink on the dusty trail, Through windin’ canyons and wind’s harsh wail. With a steadfast gaze an’ a kindred grin, His spirit’s as free as the stormy wind.

By the campfire's glow, his laugh doth ring, A melody sweet that the coyotes sing. The world may be wild, untamed, and rough, But his tender heart makes it more than enough.

When the prairie moon casts her silver gleam, He speaks o' dreams, like a poet’s dream. O’er hills and hollers, I follow his stride, Through the West so vast, with love as my guide.

A cowboy's life is a rugged song, But by his side, I know I belong. For in the dust and the stars above, I’ve found my heart, I’ve found my love.

The Golden Ride of Johnny Reno and Lightning

Johnny Reno, a name renowned, in lawless lands, his fame was found. A bold outlaw, with grit and flair, With Lightning, his steed, beyond compare.

Through dusty towns beneath the sun, they schemed a daring feat to be done. A bank stood bold with walls of stone, Its vaults of gold, their prize alone.

With hearts afire, their plan took shape, A heist that none could dare escape. The clatter of hooves and a swift retreat, The sheriff’s cry came sharp and fleeting.

A saddlebag, heavy with golden gleam, Held fortune stolen, a robber’s dream. Reno and Lightning thundered away, While the posse vowed, they’d make them pay.

Through winding trails, o’er rivers wide, The duo raced, side by side. Each coin a song of freedom’s chance, Each gallop a daring, defiant dance.

Night descended with a velvet shroud, The stars their allies, silent and proud. The posse pressed, but Reno knew, Lightning’s speed would see them through.

In shadows deep, their path did weave, through canyon’s heart they sought reprieve. And whispers tell how they slipped from sight, Gold in hand, into the night.

Now legends echo through time’s haze, Of Johnny Reno and Lightning’s blaze. The outlaw who defied the law, And the horse whose speed left men in awe.

Their saddlebag’s weight, their bond of old, forever etched in tales of gold.

A Song

"Lone Rider's Heart"

(Verse 1) Underneath the blazing sun, he rides alone, A heart that’s full of longing, yet turned to stone. With every mile of dusty trail he roams, He thinks of love, the only place called home.

(Chorus) Oh, the cowboy’s heart is torn in two, Between the endless skies and loving you. With every lonesome night, he feels the sting, A struggle for the love that makes him sing.

(Verse 2) The cattle call, the open plains, they’re all he’s known, But in his dreams, it’s your sweet face that’s shown. He wonders if this rugged life’s a curse, To chase the stars, but never quench his thirst.

(Chorus) Oh, the cowboy’s heart is torn in two, Between the endless skies and loving you. With every lonesome night, he feels the sting, A struggle for the love that makes him sing.

(Bridge) He sees your shadow in the setting sun, A whisper in the wind, it’s just begun. He’d trade a thousand trails for just one kiss, To hold you close, a simple, pure bliss.

(Chorus) Oh, the cowboy’s heart is torn in two, Between the endless skies and loving you. With every lonesome night, he feels the sting, A struggle for the love that makes him sing.

(Outro) And as the moonlight casts its silver glow, He rides on, with love he’ll never let go. The cowboy’s heart, though weary and apart, Will always seek the way back to your heart.

Echoes of the Old West"

Beneath vast skies of amber gold, where whispered tales of legends told, The Old West stretched, so wild and free, A land of grit and history.

Through dust-filled winds and canyon's curve, Brave souls rode trails with iron nerve. The mustang’s call, the coyote’s cry, Echoed under twilight’s dye.

With pick and pan, men sought the gleam, Of fortune’s fleeting, golden stream. And cowboys sang by campfire's light, Dreams twinkling in the starlit night.

Yet shadows danced where justice swayed, A sheriff’s star, the price they paid. Gun smoke curled in sundown’s hue, where heroes fell, and legends grew.

From prairie vast to mountain crest, The West remains, its heart possessed. A rugged land, a timeless lore, its spirit lives forevermore.