Chasing Dreams Across the Plains
Out here, every cowboy knows that fortune favors the bold.
Beneath the sun, where sagebrush sways,
A lonely path through sunlit haze.
The echoes of those who came before,
Whisper the tales of the brave and poor.
Each hoofbeat marks a story told,
Of cattle drives and fortunes bold.
With dust and grit, they forged their way,
Carving a life from the wilds display.
Underneath the vast, unyielding skies,
Silhouettes dance where the hawk still flies.
A rickety fence guards the land once claimed,
By hands that toiled, forever untamed.
As night descends, the campfire glows,
Casting shadows where the cool wind blows.
The sagebrush path, a bond so deep,
Invites the dreamers and wanderers to leap.
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