The Trail of Silver Grass: Life Shimmering Across the Plains

Out here, every cowboy knows that fortune favors the bold.

Upon the plains where silver grass sways,

Beneath a sky of endless, azure blue,

A cowboy rides through sunlit, golden days,

His shadow dances with the winds that flew.

With every rustle of the prairie™s song,

The air is rich with leather and with earth,

His heart beats strong, a wild and cherished throng,

Each step a whisper of adventure™s birth.

The herd of mustangs, wild and full of grace,

Gallops through valleys carved by natures hand,

Their hooves, a rhythm in the vast embrace,

Of freedoms call across the endless land.

As twilight falls, the stars ignite the night,

A campfire™s glow reflects on rugged pride,

The trail of silver grass in fading light,

Writes tales of life where dreams and spirits glide.