The Herd’s Silent Trail: A Journey Guided by Instinct and Trust

The West wasn’t won by luck—it was carved by determination and hard work.

In twilights hush, the ranchers stand,

With whispers low and starlit land.

The herd moves forth, a shadowed dance,

Guided by instinct, driven by chance.

Through fields ablaze with amber light,

The hooves caress the earth so slight.

A bond unspoken weaves through the night,

Each creature trusts the trail so right.

With every bend, the stars align,

Their twinkling gaze, a silent sign.

Across the plains where wildflowers bloom,

The air is thick with freedoms perfume.

As dawn breaks bright, the journey shown,

With hearts entwined, they™ve truly grown.

In trusts embrace, the wild will cease,

They ride as one, in hope and peace.