Wild Mustangs on the Horizon

Cowboys know that the hardest trails lead to the most beautiful views.

On golden plains where wild grass sways,

The mustangs thunder, a storm that plays.

Their manes like fire, their spirits bold,

They dance with freedom, a sight to behold.

Through canyons deep and valleys wide,

They carve a path, a wave of pride.

With rumbling hooves and eyes that gleam,

They chase the setting suns warm beam.

The cowboy watches from ridge so high,

His heart ignites with the whistling sky.

He dreams to ride with the fierce and free,

To feel the pulse of their wild decree.

As twilight wraps the world in grace,

He knows this bond, the heart’s embrace.

For on the horizon, true legends roam,

In the wild mustangs, he finds his home.