The Canyon’s Carved Walls: A Testament to Time’s Steady Hand

A cowboy’s life is a simple life, but it’s one filled with grit, heart, and adventure.

In the canyons hush, where echoes play,

Times steady hand has carved the way.

With walls so grand, a vibrant hue,

Each stone a story, each curve a view.

The rivers song hums soft and low,

As hooves tread lightly through dust and flow.

The cowboy knows those ridges well,

For in their depths, old secrets dwell.

Morning light paints the cliffs aglow,

As shadows stretch and the wild winds blow.

With lasso in hand and a heart so bold,

The canyon whispers of dreams untold.

As sundown paints the sky with fire,

He rides the trails that never tire.

With every mile, a bond is formed,

In the canyon™s walls, a spirit warmed.