The Call of the Open Range
The wild west wasn’t tamed by sitting still—it took courage to follow the horizon.
Through rolling sage where silence reigns,
A lone rider quests through sun and rains.
The wind whispers low like a tender prayer,
As hoofbeats mark the dance of despair.
With every mile, the weight grows steep,
Yet hope ignites in his hearts deep keep.
The sun blazes fierce, yet shadows conspire,
To test his will, to spark the fire.
Beneath the weight of the endless sky,
His spirit soars high, no thought to die.
For every stumble, there’s strength anew,
A cowboys grit, steadfast and true.
So onward he rides, past canyon’s edge,
With dreams entwined in the twilights pledge.
Through sagebrush trails, where resilience sings,
He journeys on, where freedom brings.
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