Worn Leather Gloves: Stories Told Through Hands That Have Endured

The trail might be tough, but a cowboy always finds a way forward.

In sun-kissed fields where legends roam,

Worn leather gloves, a cowboys home.

They cradle reins with calloused grace,

Each crease a tale time cant erase.

Through storms and dust, they™ve faced the fight,

With hands that forged through day and night.

The grip of life on rugged steer,

Whispers of triumph in each tear.

By flickering fires beneath the stars,

They tell of journeys near and far.

From cattle rustlin™ in the heat,

To quiet nights with hearts that meet.

As shadows stretch and twilight falls,

Each glove recalls the echoing calls.

In every stitch, true grit and pride,

Through worn leather gloves, the past won™t hide.