Rivers of Dust: The Migration of Life Across a Barren Land

The cowboy life teaches one lesson above all—hold the reins, and lead the way.

In a land where thirst and sun collide,

A river of dust flows far and wide.

Horses paw at earth, the grit they brung,

As echoes of life in silence hung.

The cattle drift like shadows cast,

Through valleys dry and mountains vast.

Beneath a sky that bleeds at dusk,

Each weary breath, a tale to trust.

A lone cowboy hums a sorrowed tune,

His hat tipped low beneath the moon.

With rope in hand and heart of stone,

He rides the trail that™s long been known.

Yet hope springs forth from barren ground,

For life persists where dreams abound.

As rivers of dust through hardships flow,

They carve the paths where freedom grows.