The Old Cedar Gate: A Portal Between Generations

Every cowboy knows the importance of gathering strength before the storm.

Beyond the hills, where shadows meet,

Stands the old cedar gate, worn yet sweet.

It creaks with tales of those before,

A portal whispered neath the skys great score.

In sunlit fields where wildflowers sway,

Young hearts gather round at the end of day.

With stories shared over firelights gleam,

They dream of the future, their grandest scheme.

The horses dance like spirits at play,

As hooves stir dust from this sacred clay.

Each swing of the gate, a passage of trust,

Links the old and new, in memories, robust.

So cherish this gate, with its weathered frame,

For in every threshold lies lifes sweet game.

With courage and laughter, take heed and wait,

For the old cedar gate shapes destinies great.