The Fence Post’s Shadow Line: Boundaries Marked by the Passing Day

The Old West didn’t reward hesitation—it honored those who acted with purpose.

By the fence post™s shadow, the day unfolds,

As sunlight drapes the plains in gold.

A horizon kissed with violet hue,

Draws the weary wanderer, seeking whats true.

The cattle low as the sun starts to dip,

While whispers of twilight begin their trip.

A rusted latch holds back the wild,

Where freedom beckons to the heart of a child.

With leather reins, he rides the dusk,

Each hoofbeat rhythmic, strong with the trust.

The fence post stands, a sentinel proud,

Marking the bond between land and cloud.

As stars ignite in the velvet sky,

The cowboy dreams of nights gone by.

With a heart untamed, beneath the moon™s shine,

He walks the line where shadows entwine.