The Scarred Mesa: Stories Etched in Stone and Memory

Freedom is found where the dirt road ends and the open sky begins.

Upon the mesa, shadows creep,

Where ancient stones their secrets keep.

Beneath the suns relentless gaze,

The scars of history weave their maze.

A cowpoke rides, his spirit bold,

Through rugged trails where legends told.

The whispers of the wind reveal,

The heartache wrapped in echoes real.

Each canyon crag and weathered rock,

Records the tales of times cruel clock.

With every hoot of the owls flight,

Memories dance in the ghostly light.

As twilight drapes her velvet shroud,

The mesa stands, both fierce and proud.

For in its stones, the old tales roam,

A scarred embrace, forever home.