Where the Buffalo Roamed: A Tribute to a Lost Era

Out here, every cowboy knows that fortune favors the bold.

Where once the buffalo roamed so free,

On endless plains where the tall grass sways.

Their mighty thundering, a symphony,

In whispers echo through golden days.

The cowboy rides with the sun at his back,

On weathered leather, with heart full of roam.

Through rugged canyons and tracks of the pack,

He seeks the wild spirit, his true home.

Campfire crackles with stories retold,

Of dusty trails where the brave dared to tread.

Each flickering flame, like a memory bold,

Bears witness to dreams of the legends, long dead.

Yet hope lingers on the horizon™s breath,

As shadows dance like the ghosts of the plains.

In every hoofbeat is a tale of death,

And life reborn where the spirit remains.