The Trail Dust’s Memory: Shadows of Journeys Etched in the Land

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

On wide horizons where wild winds sigh,

Trail dust whispers of journeys gone by.

With every hoofbeat, ghosts ride along,

Their stories linger, woven in song.

Beneath the sky where the coyotes roam,

A cowboy wanders, in search of home.

His leathered heart, a map of the brave,

Holds echoes of lives that the prairies gave.

The mountains stand as solemn guards,

While shadows dance on the weathered yards.

Each sunset paints a tale of the past,

Of laughter, fierce struggles--memories vast.

As dawn breaks bright with a hopeful gleam,

The trail dust stirs, igniting a dream.

The cowboy rides on, his spirit set free,

Bound to the land, where his heart longs to be.