Outposts of the Soul: Finding Peace in the Isolation of the Range

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

Outposts of the soul, where silence reigns,

Amidst the sage and sun-baked land,

A lone rider walks through golden grains,

Finding peace in the vast, untamed span.

A dusty trail leads where few have trod,

Beneath the arch of a boundless sky.

With every step, he feels the hand of God,

Cradling whispers that make the heart sigh.

The campfire crackles, flames dance and sway,

Flickering shadows on rugged stone.

In this retreat where the wild winds play,

He charts the paths where the heart calls home.

As night descends like a soft embrace,

Stars scatter wide, a celestial scroll.

In isolation, he finds his true place,

An outpost of peace in the depths of his soul.