The Watchman’s Ridge: A Lone Cowboy’s View of Eternity
Upon the ridge where echoes play, The watchman stands as night meets day. His silhouette against the sky, A guardian bold, where eagles fly. With leather boots and lasso tight,…
Upon the ridge where echoes play, The watchman stands as night meets day. His silhouette against the sky, A guardian bold, where eagles fly. With leather boots and lasso tight,…
In the canyons hush, where echoes play, Times steady hand has carved the way. With walls so grand, a vibrant hue, Each stone a story, each curve a view. The…
In the deserts heart, where the junipers sway, Cowboys laugh at how sagebrush can play. With a twist of their hats and a wink of their eye, They spin tales…
In dust and sweat, the cattle roam, Under a sky where eagles soar, The wranglers gather, weary yet bold, Finding solace on the open floor. With leather reins and sun-bleached…
In dust and dawn, the windmill spins, Its creaking voice, where time begins. A sentinel tall, against the sky, Whispers the tales of days gone by. Beneath its shade, the…
In the heart of dust where the cattle roam, A band of cowpokes called this place home. With lassos twirling and laughter loud, They wrangled the wild, a proud, stubborn…
When sun-smart cowboys hit the trail, With leather boots and tales to hail, A cactus stands, sharp, proud, and bold, Yet laughter springs where hearts unfold. “Watch yer step, that…
Beneath the ridge where shadows dwell, A cowboy whispered his farewell. With leathered hands and heart so brave, He sought a peace beyond the grave. The sun dipped low, a…
In moonlit nights, the horses prance, With twinkling eyes, they dance that dance. Their silent jokes, a playful roar, While riders grin, they crave for more. On dusty trails, with…
Above the herd, where wild winds blow, The stars stand guard, with a radiant glow. They whisper tales of olden days, As cowboys ride through twilights haze. A canvas stretched…