The Weathered Post: Silent Witness to Generations of Stories

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

In the dusky glow of evenings breath,

Stands a post, weathered, marked by death.

With every notch, a tale unfolds,

Of lovers lost and fortunes told.

It bore the weight of whispered dreams,

Where cowboys planned their daring schemes.

Beneath a sky of endless blue,

The winds still carry echoes true.

A flickering fire, the laugh of friends,

Around this post, the journey lends.

From days of hardship, hearts brave and bold,

To legends spun through nights of old.

So when the stars begin to gleam,

Let silence cradle every dream.

For that old post, steadfast, will stand,

A witness to this rugged land.