The Sagebrush Sentinel: A Guardian of the Western Frontier

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

In sagebrush fields, where shadows play,

A sentinel stands, steadfast and gray.

With watchful eyes, he scans the land,

A guardian true, with a weathered hand.

Beneath the sun, so blazing bright,

He breathes the dust, relishing the fight.

From canyon deep to the mountain crest,

He stands alone, yet feels so blessed.

With twilights cloak, the night unfurls,

Adventure stirs in whispered swirls.

The cowboys heart beats in the breeze,

A spirit wild, forever free.

And when the dawn paints skies anew,

The sentinel rides with dreams in view.

For every trail that life may send,

He™ll guard the west, a loyal friend.