The Echo of the Chute Gate: A Symbol of Strength and Courage

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

echo calls from the old chute gate,

A sound like thunder, a rider™s fate.

With leather worn and spurs that gleam,

It whispers of courage, a wild dream.

In the pen™s embrace where shadows blend,

The steers like storms, their hooves descend.

Each rush a challenge, the thrill of the ride,

The cowboy stands brave, fears set aside.

Sunrise breaks with a crimson hue,

On the horizon where legends brew.

Hoisting the latch, he feels the shift,

The heartbeat of strength, a timeless gift.

As cattle roar and the dust takes flight,

His spirit soars through the morning light.

For in that echo, both fierce and true,

Lies the heart of a cowboy, forever anew.