The Campfire’s Last Ember: Fading Memories of Brotherhood and Tales

Freedom is found where the dirt road ends and the open sky begins.

In twilights hush, the embers glow,

Around the fire, soft whispers flow.

Grizzled hands weave tales of old,

Where brotherhoods bonds and legends unfold.

With each crackle, the flames take flight,

Revealing shadows that dance in the night.

The scent of leather and sagebrush sweet,

As memories linger, bittersweet.

They rode through storms, through sun and rain,

With laughter echoing, easing the pain.

A brotherhood forged on the open range,

As time drifts on, they quietly change.

Yet as the last ember fades into air,

The stories breathe life, a timeless affair.

In the heart of the cowboy, these tales softly dwell,

A bond that endures, no distance can quell.