Kicking Up Dust on the Trail
The trail might be tough, but a cowboy always finds a way forward.
By the branding fire, the smoke begins,
A curling promise where freedom spins.
The crackling flames, like whispers bold,
Tell tales of courage and legends old.
Underneath the stars, a steadfast crew,
With calloused hands, their work shines through.
The scent of leather and sweet hay’s blend,
Connects the earth to the skys vast end.
With silhouettes dancing neath a silver light,
They shape their dreams in the deep of night.
Each brand a mark, a historys thread,
Binding cattle, heartbeats, and souls long fled.
As dawn breaks clear, the horizon glows,
The rising sun, its golden shows.
The cowboys spirit, wild and free,
Forever linked to land and skys decree.
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