Hoofprints in the Dust: Traces of Those Who Came Before

The Old West taught us that persistence often unearths the greatest treasures.

In twilights glow, the dust hangs low,

As whispers trace where cowboys go.

With leather reins, they gripped so tight,

Each hoofprint tells of daring flight.

Through canyon walls and river bends,

Their spirits roam, as daylight ends.

The lonesome call of coyotes song,

Reminds us where the brave belong.

Old boots have walked these rugged trails,

Where legends rise and history pales.

With campfires glow and shadows cast,

The past is woven, a tapestry vast.

So ride the plains where eagles soar,

And feel the heartbeat of those before.

For in each step, the dreams endure,

Hoofprints in the dust, a legacy pure.