Riding the Trail of the West
A cowboy’s life is a simple life, but it’s one filled with grit, heart, and adventure.
In twilights hush, the creek does gleam,
Holding the skys soft, sacred dream.
Each ripple whispers tales of old,
Where secrets of the wild unfold.
Beneath the surface, shadows dance,
Reflecting hopes in serendipitys glance.
The ranchers horse drinks deep and slow,
As starlit stories glide and flow.
From mountain tops down to rolling plains,
The creek bears witness to joy and pains.
With every drop, it shimmers bright,
A mirror of the lands fierce fight.
At dawns embrace, the world awakes,
As sunlight spills, and silence breaks.
The creek, a guide through trials faced,
Holds all the sky, in beautys grace.
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