Ashes in the Fire Pit: Memories Left in the Wake of Campfire Nights

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

Beneath a sky where wild stars dance,

The crackling fire tells tales of chance.

With smoke that curls like whispers shared,

Each flicker holds the dreams declared.

The shadows loom on canyon walls,

Recalling laughter, where friendship calls.

A ribbed old guitar strums soft in night,

Echoes of joy, fading from sight.

The embers glow like embers of time,

Each spark a memory, a whispered rhyme.

The taste of coffee, the stories spun,

Bind cowboys together, though trails may run.

As dawn breaks wide, the fire grows cold,

Yet warmth lingers on in the hearts so bold.

For in the ashes, stories ignite,

Campfire nights live on in the light.