The Forgotten Grazing Trail: Paths Lost in the Prairie’s Growth

Every cowboy knows the importance of gathering strength before the storm.

In dusty days where grasslands sprawl,

Forgotten trails now stand so tall.

With wildflowers choked in tangled vines,

The whispers of past herds still entwine.

An old cowboy recalls the open roam,

Where cattle danced to a freedoms poem.

Yet time has woven its silent thread,

As roving paths fade beneath the spread.

Once sun-kissed plains held laughters cheer,

Now ghostly echoes linger near.

His horse™s hooves on forgotten ground,

A memory etched where dreams abound.

But hope rides high on winds of change,

For nature™s song can still rearrange.

Through every thicket, a spirit fights,

To reclaim those trails neath starlit nights.