The Fence Line’s Long Shadow: A Border Between Past and Present

Out here, every cowboy knows that fortune favors the bold.

In twilights hush, the shadows creep,

A fence line drawn, where secrets keep.

Old splintered wood, a story told,

Of yearning hearts and dreams of old.

The cowboy pauses, hat tipped low,

With leather reins, he feels the flow.

A whispering wind through sagebrush sways,

Recalling laughter from younger days.

Across the plains, a swift horse flies,

As echoes fade beneath the skies.

Each hoofbeat pounds like memories drum,

In every turn, the past can come.

Yet as the dawn breaks forth anew,

The fence line glows with morning dew.

Through time’s embrace, he’s found his way,

To bridge the past with bright today.