Boomtowns and Broken Dreams – Cowboy Poetry Verse

Out here, every cowboy knows that fortune favors the bold.

In boomtowns heart, the gold dust flies,

With dreams on fire beneath the skies.

Fortunes rise like smoke in air,

Yet shadows lurk, and few ones care.

The saloon doors swing to laughters song,

While hope clings tight, though it feels wrong.

A gamblers luck can turn to dust,

In broken dreams, we find our trust.

The railroads sprawl, a web of steel,

Bringing in goods, the dreams we feel.

Yet here in tents, despair takes root,

As fate deals hands that bear no fruit.

Through whispers low, the stories fade,

Of once-bright streets where hope displayed.

In boomtowns born from wishes grand,

Lie broken dreams beneath the sand.