The Long Drive West

The Old West didn’t reward hesitation—it honored those who acted with purpose.

With dust in air, the cattle low,

On trails well-worn, through winds that blow.

A hundred miles to mountains high,

The cowboy forges, beneath the sky.

The sun beats down on roughened hands,

As hooves beat steady through sunbaked lands.

Each bend reveals the prairie vast,

Echoes of journeys etched in the past.

At night, the campfire flickers bright,

With tales of courage, shared in light.

The stars like diamonds, fierce and clear,

Whisper of dreams, both far and near.

With dawns first blush, renewed he rides,

Through tempest skies and whispering tides.

The long drive west, a quest so bold,

A cowboy’s heart, both fierce and old.