Holding Steady Through the Storm
Cowboys know that the hardest trails lead to the most beautiful views.
Beneath a sky where the eagles soar,
A saddle worn thin, whispers tales of yore.
With leather cracked and frayed at the seam,
Each journey unfurls like a cowboys dream.
Across the plains where wild grasses sway,
Hooves thunder softly on the sunlit bay.
Dust clouds rise, a ghost of the past,
As echoes of laughter in the wind are cast.
Through canyon walls where old ghosts reside,
A cowboy rides forth with courage and pride.
The horizon beckons with every stride,
Each trail a chapter of legends to bide.
As twilight descends and stars take their place,
His heart holds the stories time can™t erase.
With every worn saddle, each stride defined,
The spirit of freedom in his soul intertwined.
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