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The cowboy sat there,

surveying his land.

Pride overtook him,

with what he'd done with his hands.



This land that was barren,

so rocky and bare.

Now yielded green meadows.

for his horses to share.



His cattle numbered greatly,

as their heads he did count.

While sitting tall in his saddle,

up top of his mount.



Riding back to his ranch,

he had built up from the ground.

He looked at the structure,

so sturdy and sound.



There on the porch,

stood his children and his wife.

He couldn't imagine,

a more perfect life.



After years of struggle,

hard times and toil.

The cowboy had everything now,

but only started with soil.