A Day on the Endless Range

In the land of cowboys, the horizon is just the beginning of the journey.

A Day on the Endless RangeThe morning sun breaks oer the hill,

As roosters crow, the air is still.

With saddle creaks, I mount my steed,

For freedom’s call, my heart will lead.

Through golden grass where wildflowers sway,

The vast expanse, a soft ballet.

A hawk cries out, high ‘bove the plain,

Its echoes linger, sweet as grain.

By bubbling streams with waters clear,

I find my thoughts, the world feels near.

The taste of dust, the scent of pine,

In these long hours, my soul aligns.

As twilight wraps the sky in hue,

With stars like gems, the night feels new.

I’ll ride ‘til dawn, my spirit free,

For on this range, I’m meant to be.