The Whisper of Hoofbeats: Faint Echoes of Lives Once Lived

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

In the stillness where the shadows play,

Hoofbeats whisper tales of yesterday.

On dusty trails where the legends roam,

Each thud a heartbeat, calling cowboys home.

The sagebrush sways neath the boundless sky,

As silence cradles the echos sigh.

Through canyon walls, with stories to tell,

Ancestors linger, and their spirits dwell.

In twilights glow, the campfire flickers bright,

Illuminating faces, worn from the fight.

A cowboys laugh dances with the smoke,

While the night air carries the dreams they spoke.

So lift your hat to the fading light,

For every hoofbeat is a soldiers plight.

In heartbeats echoing from times embrace,

Lies the spirit of freedom, love, and grace.