The Bluff’s Quiet Shadow: A Shelter from Life’s Harsh Realities

Freedom is found where the dirt road ends and the open sky begins.

Beneath the bluff, where shadows dwell,

A quiet refuge, the hearts soft shell.

With the rustle of grass, and whispers low,

Lifes harsh truths fade, a gentle flow.

The sun sets low on the western range,

Colors of gold, a world that seems strange.

Each weary step leads to solace found,

In the sheltering arms of the hallowed ground.

Stars peek shy through the pinon pine,

Above the campfires dance, where spirits entwine.

The crackle of wood sings stories unspun,

Of cowboys, wild hearts, and battles theyve won.

With the dawns embrace and a heart renewed,

The world awaits, its demands yet imbued.

But here in the shadow, life slows down,

A cowboys respite in a vast, rugged town.