The Ridge’s Last Shadow: A Cowboy’s Final Ride Toward Peace

Do what’s right, ride tall, and keep your boots clean—it’s the cowboy way.

Beneath the ridge where shadows dwell,

A cowboy whispered his farewell.

With leathered hands and heart so brave,

He sought a peace beyond the grave.

The sun dipped low, a fiery glow,

As dust and memories began to flow.

His faithful steed, a gentle friend,

Would see him home ˜round canyon bends.

Through rugged cliffs, the trails ran wild,

Each step a nod to dreams compiled.

The wind sang softly, held the key,

To wild horizons longing to be free.

At dusk he rode, with stars in sight,

His spirit danced in velvet night.

With every stride, he faced his fate,

The ridge™s last shadow, now his gate.