The Call of the Range: An Unyielding Draw to the Open Frontier

The cowboy life teaches one lesson above all—hold the reins, and lead the way.

Upon the plains where wild winds sigh,

The open range calls softly, “Try,”

With every hoofprint in the dust,

A cowboys heart awakens from rust.

Beneath the vast and starlit dome,

He finds a peace that feels like home.

The scent of sagebrush fills the air,

As shadows dance without a care.

Through blazing sun and pouring rain,

The rugged paths ignite desires flame.

Each rise and fall of distant hills,

Whispers tales of freedoms thrills.

As dawn unfolds its golden hue,

With cattle lowing, the mornings new.

The cowboy rides, the frontier’s pulse,

An unyielding call, forever to repulse.