The Fence That Holds the Sky: A Boundary Between Earth and Infinity

The wild west wasn’t tamed by sitting still—it took courage to follow the horizon.

Beneath the wide and starlit dome,

Where prairie winds begin to roam,

A fence stands tall, a line so stark,

Between the earth and dreams that spark.

With weathered wood and rusted wire,

It whispers tales of hearts desire.

The dust it knows, the hooves that pound,

Each sunset paints the edges found.

A cowboy sighs, his gaze held high,

At horizons where the sun will die.

He rides the crest of longing deep,

For freedoms call, the wild to keep.

As dawn breaks fierce with colors bold,

The fence holds secrets yet untold.

Between the skys embrace so wide,

And the earths grip, hell ever ride.