The Trail Beyond the Horizon: A Cowboy’s Eternal Search

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

Beyond the ridge where the sun descends,

The cowboy seeks where the horizon bends.

A whispering breeze speaks of lands unclaimed,

With every hoofbeat, his spirits tamed.

In golden light, the prairie spreads wide,

A canvas vast where his dreams collide.

He chases dust clouds as the cattle roam,

The wild, rugged heart–the cowboys home.

Under the stars, the campfires dance,

He shares old tales of fate and chance.

With a voice like thunder, the night echoes deep,

As he dreams of trails that the shadows keep.

When dawn breaks fresh, casting colors bright,

He rides anew into the mending light.

For though the trail is never complete,

His heart forever seeks the next heartbeat.