The Dust of the Drive: Memories Left Along a Thousand Trails

A cowboy learns to face the winds with grit and a song in his heart.

Through sunlit plains where horses tread,

The dust of the drive whispers whats said.

Every turn of the trail, a ghostly sight,

Reminds a cowboy of long lost nights.

With leather cracked and stories etched,

Riding the range where hearts are stretched.

The wind carries tales of laughter and pain,

Each hoofprint a mark on the earth’s domain.

Beneath the stars that twinkle bright,

Flickers of hope dance in the night.

Memories linger like smoke from the fire,

Fueling the dreams of a souls desire.

As dawn breaks soft with a crimson hue,

The cowboy rides on, his spirit anew.

For through each trail, both rough and fair,

Lies the dust of his drive, a legacy rare.