The Forgotten Range: A Landscape Once Alive, Now Silent

Cowboys know that the hardest trails lead to the most beautiful views.

In days of old, the sun would blaze,

On rolling hills where wildflowers swayed.

The river™s laugh, a playful tune,

Now whispers lost to the empty moon.

Once vibrant towns, with laughter loud,

Where cowboys gathered, proud and vowed.

Their boots would dance on dusty floors,

But echoes fade, and silence pours.

The cattle roam through echoes past,

Their shadows drift, a ghostly cast.

Once bright horizons, now worn and bare,

Where dreams grew wild, now breathe despair.

Yet in the dusk, a spirit stirs,

As stars align, a tale occurs.

The range may fade, but hearts remain,

In memories etched, the cowboys claim.