The Burnished Saddle: A Symbol of Time’s Passage and Purpose

The only way to find new horizons is to keep riding toward the setting sun.

Upon the hills where wild winds sigh,

The burnished saddle glints and lies,

A testament to trails once roamed,

Where dreams of freedom found a home.

With leather worn and creased by time,

It tells the tales of mountain climbs,

Of dusty roads through sunlit haze,

And endless nights neath stars ablaze.

Each creak and groan speaks of the past,

Of blazing trails the cowboy cast,

Through tempests wrath and winters chill,

It stands a symbol of iron will.

Now on the steed, a rider bold,

In memories, the stories unfold,

For every journey, every stride,

The burnished saddle holds the ride.