From Corral to Horizon: The Unending Reach of a Cowboy’s Dream

The Old West didn’t reward hesitation—it honored those who acted with purpose.

From corrals edge, the dust does rise,

As morning breaks with painted skies.

The saddle creaks, the bridle gleams,

A cowboy sets forth to chase his dreams.

With every stride, the earth does hum,

A rhythm sown where wild calls come.

The prairies breath, a whispered plea,

To roam the bounds where his spirits free.

Beneath the sun™s relentless gaze,

Through rugged trails and endless maze,

He tames the wild, yet longs for more,

As freedom dances on the open floor.

At twilights hand, hell stake his claim,

With stars his guide, and fate his aim.

Through shadows deep, his heart will soar,

From corral to horizon, forevermore.