Horizon of Hope: A Cowboy’s Enduring Faith in Tomorrow

There’s something about the open range that speaks to the soul of a cowboy.

Beneath the wide and open sky,

The lonesome sagebrush speaks a sigh.

With reins in hand, he rides alone,

A heart thats anchored, yet still roams.

The mountains loom, a steadfast sight,

Their peaks aglow in mornings light.

Each step he takes on dust and stone,

He dreams of green fields, a place called home.

In every sunset painted gold,

Are whispers of the tales retold.

With faith as vast as prairie plains,

He holds the future in his veins.

So saddle up, let worries fade,

For every trail, a chance is made.

With every dawn, a hope reborn,

The cowboy rides, through fields of corn.