Blazing Trails in the Frontier
The only way to find new horizons is to keep riding toward the setting sun.
Beneath the broad and starry sweep,
The prairie whispers, secrets keep.
A gentle breeze stirs through the sage,
Unlocking tales from times old cage.
The cowboy rides with courage fierce,
His hat pulled low, the horizon pierce.
Each gust a beckon, chance to roam,
The wind’s soft lilt feels much like home.
The mustangs burst, a wild display,
As sunbeams dance, begin the day.
The laughter of the wind entwined,
With hoofbeats strong, their fates aligned.
When twilight sighs and shadows play,
He finds his rest, the nights ballet.
With stars above, his heart takes flight,
In whispers of the wind, he writes.
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