The Fence Post’s Rusted Nail: Holding Together Memories of the Past

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

In the stillness where the wild grass sways,

A fence post stands, its stories worn,

With a rusted nail that holds the frays,

Of whispered dreams, both tattered and torn.

Once stretched along the dusty trail,

It saw the hooves of a thousand steeds,

Each sunsets glow, a timeless tale,

Of love and loss, of hopes and needs.

Beneath a sky that paints the night,

The cattle low in a distant field,

This steadfast post stood strong, upright,

A guardian where memories are sealed.

So when the winds of change do blow,

And shadows dance on the prairie vast,

Remember the fence, the rusted nails glow--

It binds our past, a tether that lasts.