Beneath the Iron Sky: Surviving Under a Hard and Unforgiving Sun

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

Beneath the iron sky, the dust takes flight,

A lone rider moves in the fierce daylight.

His hat low drawn, as the sun’s gold burns,

Each mile a trial, with no place to turn.

The prairie stretches, parched and bare,

Each whispers thunder, a wearied prayer.

His horse’s breath turns a cloud of haze,

In the sweltering heat, time seems to blaze.

With shadows long, in the blistering noon,

He searches for shade, an unyielding boon.

The leather creaks as he takes a drink,

A moment of peace, in a world on the brink.

But night brings stars that ignite the sky,

A flicker of hope, where dreams can fly.

Though the sun may scorch, his spirit stays,

For beneath that iron sky, life finds a way.