The Fence Line’s Edge: The Boundary Between Freedom and Confinement

In the land of cowboys, the horizon is just the beginning of the journey.

On the fence lines edge, where grasses sway,

A restless wind whispers secrets, gray.

Beneath the gaze of mountains bold and wide,

Lies the line tween freedom and where dreams hide.

In the dusk, a rider feels the weight,

Of plains that stretch to meet the nights deep fate.

His saddle creaks with stories yet untold,

While stars above like ancient eyes behold.

Beyond the posts, the wild calls his name,

With every hoofbeat, ignites a flame.

But safety™s lure tugs strong at heart and reign,

As freedom dances just beyond the gain.

So he stands in twilight, the fence at hand,

Balancing the vastness and the planned.

With heaven in his grasp, yet tethered tight,

A cowboy™s spirit wrestles with the night.