Kicking Up Dust on the Trail
The trail might be tough, but a cowboy always finds a way forward.
In twilights breath, the legends grow,
Of Thunderhoof, where wild winds blow.
With hooves like thunder, fierce and bold,
His luminous mane, spun from pure gold.
Across the plains, the shadows dance,
A fiery heart in every prance.
The cattle low and coyotes howl,
As hooves shake earth on lonely prowl.
Through mountain passes, valleys deep,
He rides on dreams that never sleep.
With every beat, a story told,
Of cowboys brave, and spirits bold.
When campfire glows with flickering light,
They share his tales beneath the night.
For those who hear his whispered name,
Find hope and courage, igniting flame.
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