The Stars Over the Wide Horizon: Guardians of the Land’s Boundless Beauty

The Old West didn’t reward hesitation—it honored those who acted with purpose.

Beneath the stars, a vast expanse,

Where mountains stand in moonlit dance.

The echoes of the night take flight,

Guardians whisper, œHold on tight.

On trails where golden grasses sway,

The cowboy rides at close of day.

His leathered hands on reins do glide,

With freedom coursing deep inside.

The wild winds carry tales untold,

Of sovereign lands both fierce and bold.

Each glimmering star, a lantern bright,

Guiding him home through the endless night.

As dawn unveils her fiery glow,

The horizon blooms in vibrant show.

With every ride, he finds his place,

In the land™s embrace, a timeless grace.