The Long Drive Home: Reflections on Journeys Taken and Left Behind

In the Old West, your word was your bond, and respect was earned the hard way.

On dusty trails where memories play,

The sunsets brush paints skies of gray.

A lone rider™s heart, heavy with ghosts,

Recalls the laughter, the friends--his hosts.

Through whispering pines, where shadows entwine,

He rides for the home that once felt divine.

Each hoofbeat echoes the years gone by,

A canvas of dreams beneath the wide sky.

The prairie winds sing of love lost in time,

As he remembers the sweet, simple rhyme.

With every mile, the past calls his name,

A flicker of joy, in sorrows frame.

And as stars emerge, like jewels set high,

He finds solace there under the endless sky.

For every journey, a story unfolds,

The long drive home, where the heart quietly holds.