Kicking Up Dust on the Trail
The trail might be tough, but a cowboy always finds a way forward.
Out on the plains where the wild winds roar,
A rugged soul dares to dream, explore.
With a lonesome horse beneath the sky,
He rides through dust where legends lie.
The sun sets low, casting shadows long,
By the crackling fire, he sings his song.
His voice weaves tales of the brave and bold,
In every note, the spirit of old.
Across the hills, where the deer do roam,
He finds his path, the wide world his home.
Through trials faced, his courage stays bright,
A tale unfolds in the fading light.
With each new dawn and the rising sun,
The legend grows, a journey begun.
So heed the whispers that wander free,
For in the making, he’ll always be.
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