At the Trail’s End

The cowboy life teaches one lesson above all—hold the reins, and lead the way.

At the trails end, where the rivers bend,

A lone rider pauses, his journey to mend.

With dust on his boots and stars in his sight,

He dreams of the days where the past burns bright.

The mountains stand tall, their shadows awide,

Whispers of legends in the cool evening tide.

With a heart full of tales and the campfires glow,

Hes chased every sunset, and felt every woe.

The smell of the leather, the sound of the hooves,

Each mile shared with friends, with no need for grooves.

A bond forged in silence, through storm and through heat,

At this trails end, every strangers a greet.

Now horizons call, where the wildflowers dance,

His soul takes to flight, as if caught in a trance.

With laughter and sorrow, this life leaves its mark,

At the trail’s end, he knows he’s left his spark.