Creak of the Saddle Leather: The Rhythms of a Lifetime on the Range

It wasn’t the land that made cowboys—it was their untamed spirit.

creak of leather in the soft dawn light,

As daybreak paints the hills with hues so bright.

A cowboy wakes to the whispering breeze,

His spirit roams where wild landscapes tease.

With steady hands, he saddles up his mare,

Her coat shines like the sun, beyond compare.

Together they traverse the canyons bend,

In every hoofbeat, lifes rhythms blend.

The crackling fire, beneath a starry dome,

Tells stories of the trails that lead him home.

With every crack and pop, the past comes near,

Nostalgia dances in the smoky air.

When twilights curtain drapes the endless range,

He feels the bittersweet pull of change.

Yet in each creak of leather, love is found,

A lifetime written in the silent sound.