The Sagebrush Sea’s Lament: A Cry for the Wild’s Forgotten Ways

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

Beneath the wide and starry dome,

Where sagebrush sways, the wild calls home.

A whispering wind through canyons weeps,

For the lost ways, where the spirit keeps.

The rusted spurs, they jingle loud,

As cowboys roam from sun to shroud.

From dusky hues to dawn™s embrace,

Each leathered hand longs for that place.

Once, wild stallions danced with glee,

Roaming free from shackles, sea to sea.

But iron hooves now pound the ground,

A lonely echo, a mournful sound.

So let the sagebrush sing its tune,

A heart™s lament beneath the moon.

For in this sea, so vast and grand,

Lies the spirit of a forgotten land.