Holding Steady Through the Storm
Cowboys know that the hardest trails lead to the most beautiful views.
Across the plains where wild winds moan,
The restless traveler calls them home.
With every gust, a whisper flies,
Of distant hills and endless skies.
Through canyons deep, the breezes weave,
Carving tales that no one could believe.
They dance with dust, and tumbleweed,
A symphony of freedom™s heed.
Beneath the sun, their laughter swells,
In ghostly trails where silence dwells.
A fleeting spirit, bold and free,
Unchained by land, yet wild as the sea.
As twilight falls, and colors blend,
The wind takes flight, with no amend.
For in its heart, adventure burns,
A timeless path, where fortune turns.
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