The Creek That Carries Time: Flowing Through Memories and Generations

Every cowboy knows the importance of gathering strength before the storm.

In quiet bends where waters gleam,

The creek flows softly like a dream.

It winds through valleys, rich and wide,

Carrying whispers from the tide.

Old sycamores stand strong and tall,

Their roots embrace what time recalls.

Each ripple sings of youths bright glow,

Of laughter shared in sunlit flow.

The cowboy rides, his spirit bold,

With stories of the days of old.

He sips the stream like natures wine,

Finding solace in the line.

As dusk descends, the firelight glows,

And shadows dance where memory flows.

The creek flows on, through night and day,

Binding hearts in its timeless sway.