Footsteps on the Mesa: Traces of Cowboys Who Walked Before

A cowboy’s trust in his horse is as deep as the canyons they ride.

On mesas wide where eagles soar,

Footsteps whisper of those before.

With leathered boots on sunbaked stone,

They traced the paths, forever lone.

As tumbleweeds in breezes dance,

The echoes shout of chance and circumstance.

With lariats thrown in the golden light,

They claimed their dreams in endless night.

Through dust and sweat, the hardships swell,

Their laughter rings like an ancient bell.

In every scar where legends tread,

The spirit of the West, a heart, bled red.

So raise a glass to those who roam,

For in each step, they carved a home.

The tales of cowboys chased the sun,

Footsteps on the mesa, their journey won.