The Fence Line’s Last Stretch: A Marker of Where the Wild Begins

A cowboy learns to face the winds with grit and a song in his heart.

Beneath the sky, where wild hearts roam,

The fence line stretches, leads them home.

With weathered wood that whispers tales,

Of mustangs running through open trails.

The sun dips low, in crimson hue,

While shadows dance ˜neath the desert blue.

A cowboys hat tilts with the breeze,

As he rides through sage, among the trees.

His horse, a friend with strength untold,

Gallops past dreams, both brave and bold.

Each hoofprint marks a fleeting chance,

To find ones voice in freedoms dance.

When night descends, the stars ignite,

A ceaseless call to heart and sight.

For here, the wild is a sacred thread,

Where hopes are chased, and spirits led.