The Ranch Hand’s Serenade Playful Songs Under the Southwest Sky

Cowboys know that the hardest trails lead to the most beautiful views.

Beneath the vast and painted sky,

Where sunlit whispers gently sigh,

The ranch hand strums his weathered tune,

As lonesome stars begin to croon.

With leathered palms his fingers glide,

Over strings that dance with every stride,

A melody of dusk and dreams takes flight,

In shadows stretched by fading light.

The prairie winds, a gentle guide,

Caress the sagebrush, wild and wide,

Each note recalls the tales long spun,

Of rustlers chased and races run.

Then as the dark drapes night™s embrace,

He sings of love, and never-ending space,

Each playful song beneath the sky,

Connects his heart to freedoms high.