Whispers of the Dusty TrailDelight in the humorous encounters and heartfelt connections that echo through desert canyons.

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

sun dips low in the painted skies,

Dust dances softly where old laughter lies.

A cowboys yarn spins midst cactus and stone,

Drawing out bonds in this vast, wild zone.

With a grin, he chats with the ghostly breeze,

Sharing tales of pranks neath the shade of trees.

A rattlers hiss, met with chuckles and cheer,

Echoes through canyons, where friends draw near.

As shadows stretch long and the stars start to gleam,

He recounts the shenanigans tied to a dream.

Of horses that galloped through evenings so bright,

Leaping through laughter like fireflies in flight.

So heed the whispers that roam this domain,

In dusty trails, friendship will ever remain.

Each hearty jest, like a lariats twirl,

Binds cowboys together neath the wide, starry swirl.