The Lost Herd: Searching for Meaning in What Has Been Left Behind
Across the plains where the shadows creep, The lost herd wanders, their memory deep. With whispers of hooves in the dusky air, A tale of longing, of hope and despair.…
Across the plains where the shadows creep, The lost herd wanders, their memory deep. With whispers of hooves in the dusky air, A tale of longing, of hope and despair.…
In twilights hush, the outpost stands, A lantern glows in weathered hands. Its flickering light, a guiding spark, For lost souls wandering through the dark. With whispers soft, the desert…
Upon the ridge where silence speaks, With mountains high, and calm it seeks, The air is pure, a sweetened sigh, Where troubles wane and spirits fly. In twilight’s grasp, the…
Beneath the vast, unyielding skies, Where prairie grasses dance and sway, A cowboy dreams; beneath his guise, A hope for brighter, better days. With calloused hands, he holds the reins,…
In dusty boots, where the prickly pear grows, A cowboy laughs, as the wild wind blows. His horse shies back from a cactus prank, With thorns like daggers, in sunlight’s…
Beneath the vast, unending sky, Where silent stars trace pathways high, A cowboy rides through nights of old, With dreams more precious than the gold. His saddle creaks, a whispered…
In canyons deep, where shadows dance, The wind has etched a bold romance. With jagged rocks and cliffs that soar, Nature’s tale flows through each score. A river winds, its…
Beneath the cottonwoods’ whispering sighs, The western wind weaves tales of the brave. As sunset drenches the horizon in dyes, A song of freedom through the branches wave. A lonesome…
Beneath a sky where the eagles soar, A saddle worn thin, whispers tales of yore. With leather cracked and frayed at the seam, Each journey unfurls like a cowboys dream.…
Beneath a twilight sky, the fire flickers, Its embers dance like spirits in the night, Around the blaze, old friends share their snickers, As leathered hands prepare for mornings fight.…