Shadows at Dusk: Reflections on the Ending of a Day, or an Era

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

sun dips low, a fiery blaze,

Casting long shadows in twilights haze.

Old trails whisper of journeys past,

As day retreats, and memories last.

The cattle low, in the quiet fields,

While the fading light a soft refuge yields.

A lonesome rider, with dust on his face,

Reflects on the years, the speed of the race.

Stars emerge in the velvet skies,

Each a reminder of forgotten ties.

With tales of heroics, loves fierce glow,

In the stillness, the heart starts to slow.

Yet dawn will come, like the call of the wild,

To rouse the dreams of a restless child.

So here he stands, courageous and bold,

In shadows at dusk, his story unfolds.