The Sagebrush Path: A Trail Worn by the Steps of Cowboys Past

The Old West didn’t reward hesitation—it honored those who acted with purpose.

Beneath the sun, where sagebrush sways,

A lonely path through sunlit haze.

The echoes of those who came before,

Whisper the tales of the brave and poor.

Each hoofbeat marks a story told,

Of cattle drives and fortunes bold.

With dust and grit, they forged their way,

Carving a life from the wilds display.

Underneath the vast, unyielding skies,

Silhouettes dance where the hawk still flies.

A rickety fence guards the land once claimed,

By hands that toiled, forever untamed.

As night descends, the campfire glows,

Casting shadows where the cool wind blows.

The sagebrush path, a bond so deep,

Invites the dreamers and wanderers to leap.