The Hill of Lone Pines: Shelter and Solitude in a Harsh World

Out here, every cowboy knows that fortune favors the bold.

Upon the hill where lone pines sway,

In solitudes embrace, the cowboys stay.

With leathered hands that guide the reins,

They find their peace amidst the plains.

Beneath the vast, unending sky,

The whispering winds, a mournful sigh.

The scent of sage on rugged trails,

A sanctuary where spirit never fails.

As sunset drapes the world in gold,

The flickering fires warmth, a tale retold.

With stars to witness dreams unfurled,

They carve their names within this world.

When dawn breaks soft, a canvas bright,

A call to ride, to chase the light.

With every hoofbeat, timeless roads,

The Hill of Lone Pines, where courage flows.