Mountain Cowboy's Legacy

High on the ridge where the wild winds blow,

A mountain cowboy, silent shadows grow.

Weathered boots scuffed by the rocky trail,

Stories in his eyes, a legacy to tell.

Silent sentinel of the rugged peaks,

Holding secrets that the mountain keeps.

Through storms and snow, he rides alone,

In the whisper of the wind, he's known.

Old and rugged, with a heart so free,

The mountain's child, as tall as the trees.

Cowboy of the mountain, spirit untamed,

Eyes like thunder, soul unclaimed.

Standing tall where the eagles fly,

Rugged and wise, 'neath the endless sky.

Echoes of cattle, stories of old,

In his voice, the legends told.

Craggy face etched by time's steady hand,

Guardian of this rugged land.

Through storms and snow, he rides alone,

In the whisper of the wind, he's known.

Old and rugged, with a heart so free,

The mountain's child, as tall as the trees.

Cowboy of the mountain, spirit untamed,

Eyes like thunder, soul unclaimed.

Standing tall where the eagles fly,

Rugged and wise, 'neath the endless sky.

Underneath the starry night,

He keeps the fire burning bright.

A legacy of strength and grace,

In this wild, sacred place.

So here's to the cowboy, gray and bold,

Stories of him will forever be told.

Living free in the mountain domain,

Old and rugged, free from chains.