The Shadow Beneath the Bluff: A Place of Refuge in a Rugged World

The West wasn’t won by luck—it was carved by determination and hard work.

Beneath the bluff where shadows cling,

The rugged world feels far from sting.

Here, weary riders pause their flight,

In silence found before the night.

The wind it whispers tales of old,

Of cowboys brave and hearts of gold.

A hidden spring, the horses drink,

In this sweet haven, thoughts can think.

The craggy walls, they echo grace,

A shelter carved in nature’s face.

Beneath the stars, the stories thread,

Of battles fought and dreams once led.

So here, where shadows softly blend,

A refuge found, a faithful friend.

In every heart, a spark remains,

To roam the range where freedom reigns.