The Stars Above the Herd: Guardians of Life on the Open Range

In the land of cowboys, the horizon is just the beginning of the journey.

Above the herd, where wild winds blow,

The stars stand guard, with a radiant glow.

They whisper tales of olden days,

As cowboys ride through twilights haze.

A canvas stretched where the heavens gleam,

Each constellation sparks a dream.

The Milky Way, a silver trail,

Guides lost souls, where shadows pale.

With leather reins and hooves that pound,

In silence vast, their bonds are found.

The night air sings of freedoms flight,

While coyotes howl at the pale moonlight.

As dawn breaks forth with colors bold,

The stars retreat, their stories told.

Yet in the heart, their light will stay,

For guardians of life on the open way.