The Outpost Lantern: A Beacon in the Wild, Guiding Lost Souls

Freedom is found where the dirt road ends and the open sky begins.

In twilights hush, the outpost stands,

A lantern glows in weathered hands.

Its flickering light, a guiding spark,

For lost souls wandering through the dark.

With whispers soft, the desert breeze,

Carries the weight of distant pleas.

A cowboys heart, steadfast and true,

Seeks wanderers neath the starlit hue.

Each grain of sand holds tales untold,

Of ghosts who roamed the wild and bold.

The lantern swings, a promise cast,

A way home found, though shadows fast.

As dawn breaks forth with crimson fire,

The outpost shines, reignites desire.

For in the heart of rugged land,

The beacon calls, a friend™s warm hand.