The Trail of Fading Tracks: A Testament to Cowboys Who Came Before

It wasn’t the land that made cowboys—it was their untamed spirit.

Upon the range where hoofprints fade,

Echoes of courage linger, unafraid.

The leather creaks as the saddles sway,

Each trail a story, come what may.

In dust and clay, the memories dwell,

Of campfire tales, each horse a spell.

With twilight™s breath, the shadows dance,

Carving a path in a wild romance.

From mountain heights to the rivers bend,

Their spirit rides where the horizons blend.

With stars as guides through a velvet night,

These cowboys past lead us to the light.

So lift your hat to the legends bold,

Whose tracks in time still stir the cold.

For every ride on the open track,

We owe our hearts to those who won™t look back.