The Keeper’s Vigil: A Cowboy’s Watch Over the Land He Loves

Cowboys know that the hardest trails lead to the most beautiful views.

Beneath the endless skys embrace,

The cowboy stands, a steadfast trace.

With leather worn and heart so true,

He guards the land where wildflowers grew.

The whispering winds through mesas call,

Remind him of the tales of old,

Where outlaws roamed and legends grew,

And every glance holds memories bold.

By starlit nights, the cattle graze,

As crickets sing their twilight tune.

A sentinel in leather and pride,

He rides the shadows of the moon.

When dawn breaks free, with hues of gold,

His watchful eyes see beauty unfold.

For in each hoofbeat, every sigh,

Lies love for earth and freedom™s cry.