The Forgotten Trail: Rediscovering Paths Long Left Behind

A cowboy learns to face the winds with grit and a song in his heart.

Along the ridge where dust clouds rise,

Old maps lie lost beneath the skies.

His heart beats strong with every breath,

For on this trail, there lies new depth.

With spurs that glint like stars aglow,

He rides where sage and wildflowers grow.

The scent of leather fills the air,

As brave old spirits whisper there.

Each winding path, a tale untold,

Of weary souls and treasures bold.

The shadows dance like flickering flames,

Reviving dreams forgotten names.

As dawn breaks free, a canvas bright,

He finds his courage, takes to flight.

For on this trail, though steep and wide,

The cowboys heart finds home inside.