Blazing Trails in the Frontier
The only way to find new horizons is to keep riding toward the setting sun.
In the hush before the morning breaks,
The desert’s skin begins to wake.
With colors splashed like dreams outpoured,
The whispers of the night, ignored.
Amidst the cacti, laughter rings,
As cowboys share their daily flings.
The sun, a painter bold and bright,
Gives life to shadows, banishing night.
The hills blush red, a jester’s grin,
While roosters crow, the day begins.
With coffee brewed and warm bread shared,
Each hearty chuckle shows they dared.
As sunbeams dance on rusted spurs,
They ride their trails, where freedom stirs.
For in each dawn’s resplendent glow,
Hope rides along, as wild winds blow.
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