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The Trail of Forgotten Hoofbeats: Echoes of Cowboys Long Gone

Blazing Trails in the Frontier

The only way to find new horizons is to keep riding toward the setting sun.

Upon the hills where wild grasses sway,
Forgotten hoofbeats whisper and play.
Ghosts of cowboys roam in the night,
With dreams still burning, hearts alight.

The twilight sky, a canvas of gold,
Hides stories of legends, brave and bold.
Dust on the trail tells of journeys past,
While the winds soft sighs, like laughter, last.

In canyons deep, where shadows entwine,
Their tales persist in the rustling pine.
With leather and grit, they faced the dawn,
In echoes of hoofprints, their spirits are drawn.

As dawn unfolds with a fiery hue,
Each sunrise recalls what the brave once knew.
The trail they blazed, a path ever wide,
Awakens the echoes where memories abide.