The Ridge Where Eagles Rest: A Place of Strength and Freedom

There’s something about the open range that speaks to the soul of a cowboy.

On dusky trails where wild winds gust,

The Ridge stands proud, a hallowed trust.

Eagles soar high, their wings spread wide,

In freedom™s embrace, where dreams abide.

With granite walls that touch the sky,

Each lonely star, a beacon nigh.

The laughter of streams, a whispering song,

Calls cowboys forth where they belong.

Around the fire, tales find their way,

Of brave-hearted souls from yesterday.

Their spirits linger, fierce and bright,

In the cool crisp air of the endless night.

As dawn breaks free, the world awakes,

A canvas vast, where courage stakes.

On this ridge of strength, we find our quest,

In the heart of the wild, where eagles rest.