The Canyon’s Painted Walls: Stories Written in Color and Stone

The trail might be tough, but a cowboy always finds a way forward.

In canyons deep where colors gleam,

Bold strokes of history dance and beam.

The ochre walls, they whisper low,

Of ancient tales and dreams to sow.

A steadfast cowboy, hat pulled tight,

Guides his steed through morning light.

With every hoofbeat, echoes sing,

Of long-lost paths and freedoms wing.

The vibrant hues of red and gold,

Cradle stories that times told.

A wild frontier, both fierce and grand,

Maps of the past, drawn by natures hand.

When dusk descends, the shadows creep,

The canyons heart begins to weep.

Yet in its silence, legends swell,

In painted walls, where spirits dwell.