The Herd’s Final Path: Following Tracks Toward a Vanishing Horizon

Every cowboy knows the importance of gathering strength before the storm.

A dusty trail where shadows loom,

The herd moves forth, dispelling gloom.

With leather creaks and hooves that pound,

They follow tracks where dreams are found.

Through canyon walls, the whispering sage,

Where sunset paints the sky in rage.

Old leathered hands grip reins with care,

For every steer, their lives lay bare.

The haunting call of a distant breeze,

Carries stories through the swaying trees.

Beneath the stars, a whispering song,

Of freedom™s chase, where they belong.

As twilight fades, horizons blend,

The journey ends where trails transcend.

Yet in their hearts, the spirit stays,

The herds final path, where legend plays.