From Saddles to Success
The cowboy life teaches one lesson above all—hold the reins, and lead the way.
Upon the plains where silence reigns,
The ghostly echoes of old campaigns.
Wildflowers bloom in a soft embrace,
Yet hold the mark of a vanished place.
The saddle rests against a stone,
As shadows stretch where hooves have flown.
The hills wear tales of long-lost rides,
While whispers linger of fading tides.
A lone hawk circles through the air,
Its keen gaze finding naught but despair.
The breeze carries secrets from days of yore,
Of cowboy dreams and battles bore.
With every dawn, the sun will rise,
To cast its warmth on endless skies.
Yet here I roam, no herd to claim,
Just echoes of an empty name.
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