Through the Sage’s Shadow: Lessons from the Wisdom of the Land

The West wasn’t won by luck—it was carved by determination and hard work.

Through the sages shadow, winds do sigh,

A whispering tale neath the vast, blue sky.

The land once wild, its stories unfold,

In every wrinkle, a lesson told.

Old cactus stands like a wise old man,

Rooted in soil, where the journey began.

With weathered skin and a heart of gold,

It teaches patience in this world so bold.

Fires crackle soft as the night drifts near,

While stars above shimmer like dreams, so clear.

In solitudes grasp, the truth finds form,

In the silence spoken, wisdom is born.

As dawn lights the trails where the shadows roamed,

The cowboy rides forth, by the earth, he’s honed.

With sagebrush as guide, and the horizon wide,

He learns from the land, in its arms, he’ll bide.