The Solitude of the Saddle: Finding Peace in the Loneliness of the Trail

Out here, every cowboy knows that fortune favors the bold.

Beneath the vast and open sky,

Where sun-kissed earth and wild winds sigh,

The lonely trail calls out his name,

A quest for solace, not for fame.

With leather reins and steed so bold,

He wanders paths where stories unfold.

The prairie whispers secrets past,

In solitude, his heart beats fast.

From mesa high to canyon deep,

The wild, untamed, a promise to keep.

Each hoofbeat sings a lonesome tune,

He finds his peace beneath the moon.

And as the stars begin to fade,

He rides, a ghost in twilights shade.

In solitude, lifes burdens cease,

The saddle holds his heart in peace.