The Trail’s Endless Forks: Choices That Shape a Cowboy’s Life

Freedom is found where the dirt road ends and the open sky begins.

At dawns first light, the trail unfolds,

With whispering winds and stories told.

A fork appears in golden plains,

Where choices linger, joy and pains.

The dusty road winds left and right,

Each path conceals both dark and light.

A cowboys heart, a weighing scale,

Between the hearth and freedoms trail.

A stallions neigh, a distant call,

From distant mountains, proud and tall.

By river’s bend or canyons edge,

He stands in silence, makes his pledge.

So ride he does, through storm and sun,

With every choice, the journeys spun.

For in each turn, a life anew,

The trail’s vast forks shape what is true.