Sunset Rider

In the amber glow of twilight’s fall,

A cowboy rides where shadows sprawl.

His steed is swift, his spirit free,

A lone rider through eternity.

 

Dusty trails and endless plains,

Where silence speaks and calm remains.

His hat pulled low, his gaze afar,

Beneath the sky’s first evening star.

 

Through canyon’s depths and mesa’s height,

He roams the land from day to night.

The whispering wind his only friend,

A journey with no final end.

 

The sun dips low, a fiery crest,

As day succumbs to night’s request.

The cowboy rides through dusk’s embrace,

With dreams of stars and open space.

 

No home but this vast, endless land,

With reins held loose in steady hand.

A silhouette in fading light,

The Sunset Rider claims the night.

 

His heart beats with the rhythm wild,

A blend of man and nature’s child.

He rides until the stars ignite,

The Sunset Rider in the night.

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