The Lament of the Dry Well: The Struggle to Find Sustenance in a Harsh World

It takes a steady hand and a bold heart to tame the wild west.

In a land where dust and shadows creep,

The cowboy rides, his hopes run deep.

A dry well stands, its secrets bare,

No water flows, just sun-scorched air.

His horse, a friend through trials shared,

Both weary souls, with burdens bared.

They search for life in parched embrace,

Yet find despair, and empty space.

Beneath the sky where eagles soar,

The thirsting heart does yearn for more.

With every mile, the stakes grow high,

A battle fought neath an endless sky.

But through the struggle and the strain,

Resilience blooms amid the pain.

For in the fight, the spirit swells,

And hope ignites where dry well dwells.