Whispers of the Campfire: Wisdom Passed Down Through the Flames

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

In the hush of night, the embers dance,

Casting tales of fate in a flick™ring trance.

With rugged hands, we gather round,

The whispers of the fire, a sages sound.

From times of old, when cowboys roamed,

Came lessons learned, in grim and gloamed.

The crackling flame, like a voice of yore,

Speaks of courage, loss, and lore.

A laugh erupts, a story told,

Of wild stampedes and hearts so bold.

Through leathered faces, wisdom flows,

From burnished ash, the past still glows.

As dawn breaks forth, the night gives way,

The fire fades, but the lessons stay.

With every ride upon the range,

The campfires whispers, we™ll never change.