Scarred Wood and Weathered Hands: A Testament to a Lifetime of Work

A cowboy’s life is a simple life, but it’s one filled with grit, heart, and adventure.

In the glow of dawn, the old barn stands,

Its wooden beams, like weathered hands.

Each scar tells tales of twilight sweat,

A legacy of labor, never forget.

Through years of toil under sun™s fierce blaze,

The cowboy works, through lifes rough maze.

With calloused palms, he grips the reins,

Bound to the land that shapes his gains.

The plow™s sharp edge bites deep in soil,

Where dreams are forged through sweat and toil.

Like weathered wood that bends, not breaks,

Each scar reflects the chance he takes.

As stars arise and night winds call,

He finds his peace in silence, all.

For in each line etched on his hand,

Lies the spirit of a steadfast man.