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ridgeline riders
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“Ridge-line Riders”
Dawn spills across red plains, colour torn from sleep
We mount on heavy boots, the saddle’s silent prayer
Stockwhips coiled like secrets we vow to keep
Ghost gums drape our breath in cool morning air
We follow lichen trails no map can convey
Our shadows stretch with burdens we won’t name
Wind-carved ridges remind us of yesterday
Yet every sunrise asks us to hone a new claim
We ride until the horizon bleeds awake—
harbinger in dust, each heartbeat a vow we make.
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