Poetry: A Cowboy's Reflections at Dusk

 As the sun sinks low, and shadows grow long,

I sit alone, singing a lonesome cowboy song.

On the wide-open range, in the wild, wild west,

I ponder life's trials, and I give it my best.

With my trusty steed and my worn-out hat,

I ride the plains, where the tumbleweeds chat.

Under the crimson sky, I find my peace,

Amidst the rugged landscape, where time seems to cease.

The dust and dirt cling to my boots,

As I reflect on my journey, my highs and my roots.

With a heart that's been broken, and dreams that were crushed,

I've weathered the storms, and I've always pushed.

Through gunfights and brawls, and battles so fierce,

I've fought for justice, with a steady, unwavering pierce.

But now I sit alone, by the fire's warm glow,

Lost in thoughts, as the western winds blow.

The memories of comrades, now gone by,

Echo in my mind, like a lonesome cry.

Yet, I carry on, with a heart full of grit,

For the cowboy's life is one of strength and wit.

As the red sun dips below the horizon line,

I'm reminded that life's beauty can sometimes shine.

In the vastness of the west, I find solace anew,

In the simple pleasures, and the sky's fiery hue.

So, I'll keep riding on, with a heart that's bold,

Guided by the stars, and stories yet untold.

For the wild west may be rugged and tough,

But it's a cowboy's home, where his spirit's enough.