The Last Gallop Home: A Cowboy’s Journey Back to Where It Began

It takes a steady hand and a bold heart to tame the wild west.

Out on the range where the wild winds blow,

The cowboy™s heart feels a pull from below.

With dust on his boots and a horse by his side,

He sets forth to where fond memories abide.

Through valleys wide where the river bends,

He recalls the laughter of long-lost friends.

The scent of sagebrush and cinnamon air,

Remind him of summers without a care.

The mountains rise, jagged against the sky,

Each peak a whisper, each shadow a sigh.

With every gallop, nostalgia takes flight,

As he embarks on this winding night.

Then home at last, beneath the old oak,

With dreams like embers that never broke.

The world spins round like a lonesome tune,

Yet here in the quiet, he finds his June.