The Sky’s Quiet Canvas: Stories Painted in the Colors of Dusk

Do what’s right, ride tall, and keep your boots clean—it’s the cowboy way.

Beneath the vast and tranquil skies,

Where dusk whirls tales with soft replies,

In hues of amber, rust, and blue,

The cowboys dreams take flight anew.

A lone rider on a winding trail,

His spirit strong, where whispers hail,

With leather worn and hat pulled tight,

He finds his home in fading light.

The prairie sings as shadows creep,

Ghosts of the past in secrets keep.

Each brushstroke in the evenings glow,

Tells stories only night can know.

As stars awaken, bold and bright,

He looks beyond, a wondrous sight.

For in the dusk, lifes canvas spun,

Is painted with the hearts of ones.