Through the Rusted Gate: Passing into a New Chapter of Life

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

Through the rusted gate, the old path leads,

Where wildflowers dance and the heartache breeds.

A whisper of dreams in the dusty air,

Calls the cowboy forth to a life laid bare.

With each creak of iron, a story stirs,

Of time long gone and the life that spurs.

He mounts his horse with a resolute glance,

Prepared to follow the fate of chance.

The sun dips low, casting shadows tall,

While memories flicker like a campfires call.

The trails of yesterday fade from view,

As the promise of new horizons breaks through.

Beyond that gate lies a world untamed,

Each step forward, an adventure claimed.

With courage in heart and the wind at his back,

He rides on boldly, embracing the track.