The Cowboy’s Prayer: Seeking Guidance in the Silence of the Land

The Old West taught us that persistence often unearths the greatest treasures.

In twilights hush, the land lays bare,

As stars emerge with muffled glare.

The cowboy kneels, his heart laid down,

To seek a path in silence found.

With saddle worn and spirit bright,

He whispers dreams beneath the night.

The whispering winds, like ghosts of old,

Guide weary souls through tales yet told.

The moon hangs low, a watchful eye,

As hoofbeats drum on earth, they sigh.

In solitude, he finds his grace,

A sacred bond with time and space.

So when the dawn paints hills anew,

With colors bright in mornings hue,

The cowboy rides, his prayer in hand,

Finding strength in silence of the land.