Frozen Spurs: The Unyielding Spirit of Winter Riders

Freedom is found where the dirt road ends and the open sky begins.

When winters breath wraps prairies tight,

The rider braves the frostbit night.

His spurs, like icicles, gleam in the dark,

A symbol fierce, of his unyielding spark.

Beneath the weight of snowflakes dance,

He guides his horse with steadfast glance.

Through silent valleys, the cold wind howls,

But courage stirs within like ancient oaths and vows.

The world is hushed, save for the creak,

Of leather gloves and boots that speak.

Each gallop thrusts against winters chill,

With hearts ablaze, they bend it to their will.

As dawn awakens with a soft, gold hue,

The frozen landscape wears a crystal view.

Together they ride, through frost and fear,

For the spirit of winter calls loud and clear.