The Sagebrush Trail: A Path That Leads Back to the Heart of the West

The trail might be tough, but a cowboy always finds a way forward.

Beneath the sun, where sagebrush sways,

A trail stretches forth through dusty haze.

With leather reins gripped tight in hand,

Adventurous spirits roam this land.

The echoes call from mountains high,

Where wild mustangs dance ˜neath azure sky.

A cowboy™s heart, both bold and true,

Finds freedom in the morning dew.

With every mile the prairie sings,

Of rustling winds and whispered things.

Old legends ride on every breeze,

In harmony with creaking trees.

So heed the call, let your heart prevail,

The Sagebrush Trail will weave your tale.

In twilights glow, your spirit™s quest,

Leads you back home, the heart of the West.