Stirrups and Storms: Endurance in the Face of Life’s Tempests

Out here, every cowboy knows that fortune favors the bold.

With stirrups set, the storm clouds loom,

A tempest brews, the sky’s a womb.

The air is thick with thunders growl,

As cowboys brace through natures howl.

Their horses bolt, through rain and mud,

Each heartbeat syncs with tempest’s thud.

The lightning snaps, a jagged lance,

Yet in the dark, they find their stance.

With grit like steel, they press ahead,

Through bitter winds, where fears are wed.

Each gallop sparks a strength unbent,

In trials faced, their souls are lent.

As morning breaks, the skies shed tears,

But in that light, they cast off fears.

For with each storm, the heart thus swells,

Endurance blooms where courage dwells.