In the Shadow of the Herd: Following Where Duty Leads

It wasn’t the land that made cowboys—it was their untamed spirit.

In the shadow of the herd, they roam,

With dutys whisper calling them home.

Amidst the dust and the wild, fierce air,

The cowboy rides, with grit laid bare.

Beneath a sky where the eagles soar,

He hears the rustle of hoof on floor.

With each soft sigh of the evening breeze,

He feels the weight of his dreams and pleas.

By campfire light, where the shadows dance,

He recalls the legends, the olden chance.

The tales of courage neath stars so bright,

Guide his heart through the long, dark night.

As dawn breaks forth, in a blaze of gold,

He rides with purpose, steadfast and bold.

In the shadow of the herd, he will lead,

For duty is the heart, where spirits feed.