The Trail of Forgotten Spurs: Echoes of a Cowboy’s Final Ride

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

On dusty trails where shadows play,

A cowboy rides in twilights sway.

Forgotten spurs, their chime now lost,

Tell tales of courage, and the price he tossed.

Beneath the stars, the campfires glow,

Illuminates memories, long laid low.

Hoofbeats whisper through the silent night,

Of winds that carry dreams into flight.

His saddle worn from all those years,

Holds secrets etched in leathered tears.

With every mile, he grips the reins,

Lifes fleeting moments, joys, and pains.

As dawn breaks soft with golden hue,

The echoes linger, strong and true.

With spurs held tight, he rides with pride,

A cowboy’s heart, forever tied.