The Ridge Where Dreams Gather: A Place of Hope on the Horizon

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

Upon the ridge where dreams convene,

The prairie stretches, vast and green.

Beneath the sky, so wide and clear,

A whispered promise beckons near.

The cowboy rides, his spirit bold,

Through whispering grass, neath sunsets gold.

His heart, a canvas brushed with hope,

Seeks out the trails where wishes cope.

Stars flicker bright in the velvet night,

Each twinkling gem, a guiding light.

With leather reins and steadfast steed,

He follows faith where dreams take heed.

As dawn awakens with amber glow,

The horizon blooms, a blazing show.

With every stride, he meets the morn,

For on this ridge, new dreams are born.