Long Trail Home

The fading sun does cast its amber glow,
Across the hills where silent shadows grow.
The restless winds weave whispers through the sage,
As time turns yet another desert page.
A horseman rides beneath the endless sky,
His heart as wild as hawks that circle high.
The stars awake to guard the night’s still breath,
Their light a balm against the thought of death.
He hums a tune as soft as twilight’s veil,
A fleeting song along the canyon trail.

The western wind was crisp and full of song,
It whispered through the grass, so deep and strong.
The cowboy rode with hat pulled low and wide,
A thousand miles had passed beneath his stride.
The sun had set, the stars began to show,
Their silver light as soft as falling snow.
The dust beneath his boots would tell the tale,
Of where he’d been and where he’d yet to sail.
The night was still, the coyotes called their tune,
As moonlight painted shadows ‘neath the dune.

The horses stamp their hooves in gentle beat,
While coyotes’ cries resounded in the heat.
The cowboy’s eyes were fixed upon the stars,
His thoughts as distant as the moonlit scars.
The winds grew cold, and night began to bite,
Yet in his heart, there burned a steady light.
The land was vast, and silence stretched for miles,
But his soul, he carried countless trials.
The trail was long, yet still he pressed ahead,
A weary heart, but not a soul misled.

The dawn was breaking, painting skies with red,
While sleepy hills rose softly from their bed.
The cowboy rode, his hat still pulled down low,
His thoughts as distant as the winds that blow.
The cattle grazed beneath the rising sun,
And in the distance, echoes had begun.
The trail was clear, but doubts still filled his mind,
Of things he’s lost, and those he’ll never find.
Yet through the dust, his heart remained alive,
And with each mile, he felt his spirit thrive.

The drive is done, the cattle are all safe,
With weary hearts, we head towards our fate.
The home range calls, where mountains meet the sky,
Where rolling hills and pastures greet the eye.
Where the firelight dances on those open plains,
As we ride through the night, relieved of reins.
The stars above, a guide to lead us home,
Where once again, our spirits freely roam.
The dawn will break, revealing land so grand,
Our cherished home, this rugged, timeless land.