The Ranch Hand’s Lament Joys and Frustrations of Cowboy Life

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

Beneath the vast and starlit dome,

The rancher™s heart beats like a drum,

With leather straps that hold his dreams,

And cattle call in twilight™s hum.

The sun breaks forth, the day begins,

He rides the range where freedom flows,

Yet toil and sweat through dust and din,

Bring bittersweet, familiar woes.

A stubborn horse, a fence to mend,

The wind whips wild across his face,

With every chore, his spirit bends,

Yet love for land he cant erase.

As shadows stretch beneath the trees,

A campfire crackles, shadows dance,

He finds his peace in the nights ease,

For through the trials, he takes his chance.