The Trail’s Final Bend: A Cowboy’s Last Look at the West

The trail might be tough, but a cowboy always finds a way forward.

Trail™s Final Bend: A Cowboy™s Last Look at the WestThe last horizon whispers soft and low,

As twilight swathes the deserts endless glow.

With leather reins held tight, he takes his stand,

A final glance at this beloved land.

Rugged mountains rise like ancient claims,

Their peaks the keepers of forgotten names.

Beneath a sky where restless spirits roam,

Hes woven tales of heart and hard-earned home.

Wild grasses dance in the evening breeze,

As bittersweet memories tease and squeeze.

Each hoofbeat plucks the strings of time long gone,

Echoes of laughter where the coyotes yawn.

Yet even as the sun dips down and fades,

His heart beats on through these eternal glades.

This cowboy™s journey ends but does not wane,

For in the West, his spirit shall remain.