The Lonely Camp Chair: A Cowboy’s Rest in the Quiet of Night

Do what’s right, ride tall, and keep your boots clean—it’s the cowboy way.

Beneath the stars, the night unfolds,

A canvas vast, where silence holds.

With weary bones, the cowboy finds,

His lonely chair, where peace unwinds.

The crackling fire, it whispers low,

As shadows dance in the afterglow.

Each flickering flame, a tale to share,

Of rugged trails and midnight air.

The leather worn, it cradles dreams,

Of chasing dust and wild creeks streams.

In that still chair, where thoughts take flight,

He finds his strength, beneath the night.

When dawns first light begins to creep,

And night gives way, the world awakes from sleep.

The cowboy stands, with hope anew,

In that lonely chair, his spirit grew.