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Riding the Dusty Path

Roundup on the Frontier

Every cowboy knows the importance of gathering strength before the storm.

Beneath the sun, the dusty trail lies,
With swirls of earth that dance and rise.
My horse and I, through sagebrush roam,
In every beat, we find our home.

The heat waves shimmer, like distant dreams,
As wildflowers nod, caught in sunbeams.
We weave through canyons, bold and wide,
On paths where ancient cowboys ride.

The whispering wind tells stories old,
Of spirits brave, their tales untold.
With every gallop, my heart takes flight,
Out here, in freedom, we chase the light.

As twilight falls, the stars ignite,
Painting the sky, a wondrous sight.
With dust on my boots and joy in my heart,
I ride the path where legends start.