The Dusty Trail’s Memory: A Chronicle of Journeys Taken

The wild west wasn’t tamed by sitting still—it took courage to follow the horizon.

In the hush of dawn, the dust clouds rise,

As hoofbeats drum neath wide-open skies,

A weary heart wears stories deep,

Of trails long tread, where memories keep.

The sagebrush whispers of days gone by,

Each ridge a witness, each star a sigh,

Through rugged hills, and rivers wild,

The cowboy roams, forever a child.

Beneath the sun, the shadows play,

With every turn, a new game at bay,

A lonesome howl speaks to the night,

While campfire flickers, casting soft light.

So ride, good friend, where dreams unfurl,

On dusty trails with the wide world,

The past is written in the grit and stone,

In every journey, theres a tale of our own.