Where the West Stands Tall
In the land of cowboys, the horizon is just the beginning of the journey.
In twilight’s grasp, the iron beast roars,
As dust trails swirl like the ghost of old lore.
Through valleys wide, where the thunder shakes,
A cowboy rides on, with dreams that won’t break.
The rusted rails whisper stories of steel,
Of golden sunsets and hearts that can feel.
Each mile he travels, a winding refrain,
Connecting past journeys with courage and pain.
The shadows stretch long, as the metal sings bright,
Echoes of hoofbeats in the soft, fading light.
With leather and grit, he defies the decay,
On rusted trails where the wild still holds sway.
As dawn breaks the silence with colors ablaze,
He rides through the beauty of life’s tangled maze.
With each twist and turn, his spirit won’t fail,
Forever a cowboy, on steel-tipped trails.
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