The River’s Forgotten Bend: A Hidden Story of Life and Change

The trail might be tough, but a cowboy always finds a way forward.

At the river’s bend where willows sway,

Dusty trails twist and secrets lay.

The waters whisper tales of old,

Of cowboys brave, and hearts of gold.

Beneath the moon’s soft silver light,

A lone rider dreams through the cool night.

His trusty steed, with eyes so wise,

Sees shadows dance ‘neath starlit skies.

Once bustling banks where laughter rang,

Now silence holds where children sang.

Yet echoes of those carefree days,

Still linger on the river’s ways.

As dawn unfolds with hues so bright,

Hope stirs anew, a daring sight.

For every bend holds stories past,

In this hidden world, the die is cast.