Blazing Trails in the Frontier
The only way to find new horizons is to keep riding toward the setting sun.
In mornings glow, the desert wakes,
With rugged cliffs and earth that shakes.
The campfire’s warmth, a welcome sight,
As cowboys brew strong coffee bright.
Laughter spills like the dawn’s first light,
Stories shared neath the stars’ last bite.
Each cup a tale, both bold and fine,
Spinning legends through twisted pine.
The taste of grit, a smoky brew,
Steeps memories deep, with each warm hue.
Old hearts rejoice in the bitter-sweet,
While coyotes dance to an unseen beat.
As sunbeams kiss the rugged land,
Cowboys ride on, a steadfast band.
With laughter echoing through the dawn,
They chase their dreams, forever drawn.
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