Lonesome Trails: A Meditation on Isolation and Purpose

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

Upon the crest where silence reigns,

Beneath the wide and starry plains,

A lone rider drifts on weary feet,

In solitude, he finds his heartbeat.

The mountains loom, their shadows cast,

Each twist and turn, the lessons vast.

His horse, a faithful friend in tow,

Together facing what the wilds bestow.

The crackling fire, a flickering flame,

Whispers of legends, calling his name.

With every breath, the night unfolds,

A tapestry woven with dreams untold.

As dawn awakens, the sky ignites,

Painting the world with vibrant sights.

The cowboy rides with purpose clear,

In lonesome trails, his truth is near.