Riding the Trail of the West
A cowboy’s life is a simple life, but it’s one filled with grit, heart, and adventure.
Above the creek where wildflowers sway,
The Bluff stands firm, a sentinel gray.
In whispers soft, the old tales sigh,
Of laughter lost beneath the sky.
Here cowboys gathered with dreams in tow,
Sharing their woes and hearts aglow.
With each crackling flame, the stories spun,
Of daring deeds under the setting sun.
The cattle drift through twilights haze,
While shadows dance in the evenings gaze.
From leathered hands, their memories flow,
Carved in the air where the soft winds blow.
Beneath the stars, a quiet reprieve,
In the shadowed depths, where souls believe.
Each moment cherished, forever blessed,
At the Bluff, you find your hearts true rest.
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