Where the West Stands Tall
In the land of cowboys, the horizon is just the beginning of the journey.
In twilights hush, where shadows creep,
A creek flows soft, its secrets deep.
With whispered tales of days gone by,
It breathes of life beneath the sky.
Through sun-kissed shores and willows bowed,
The water sings, both strong and proud.
Each ripple carries stories old,
Of dreams and loves, of hearts bold.
Beneath the stars, the cowboy stays,
His spirit soothed by natures ways.
With every sip from natures well,
The wisdom flows, a gentle spell.
As dawn unfolds with hues of gold,
The creek reflects a life untold.
With every beat, the heart can find,
Quiet truths that free the mind.
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