The Forgotten Saddle: Relics of Rides Long Past

Freedom is found where the dirt road ends and the open sky begins.

In dusty barns where silence hides,

A weathered saddle treads its pride.

Faded leather, cracked and worn,

Recall the rides when hope was born.

Beneath the stars, through storms and sun,

It carried dreams til days were done.

Each creak a tale of trails once blazed,

Where whispers of the cowboy™s praised.

Canyon walls and rivers wide,

Held secrets that the braves confide.

With every gallop, hearts soared high,

A life of freedom, none can deny.

Now in the twilight, memories blend,

Of distant lands where hoofbeats end.

This saddle waits, a relic still,

For legends etched in time™s great will.