Cattle Calls and Canyon Walls: Voices of Cowboys Echoing Through Time

A cowboy’s trust in his horse is as deep as the canyons they ride.

Beneath the sky, where silence reigns,

The cattle low, with endless plains.

A cowboy™s call cuts through the night,

As stars take flight in soft twilight.

Through canyon walls, his whispers soar,

Tales of the trails and legends lore.

With leather worn, and spirit bold,

He rides through time, as stories unfold.

The crack of dawn, a haunting sound,

In rugged lands, where dreams are found.

A lonesome horse beneath him strides,

As echoes linger, where hope abides.

So lift your voice, let it be heard,

In fields of gold, where hearts are stirred.

For every call that finds its way,

Is deep as soil where shadows play.