The Bone-Dry Creek: A Testament to Survival in Harsh Times

The Old West taught us that persistence often unearths the greatest treasures.

In harshest times, a river sleeps,

A memory lost where the valley weeps.

The Bone-Dry Creek, its stones laid bare,

Whispers of hope, in the dry, hot air.

Once flowing strong, it danced through glades,

Now parched and cracked in sun-scorched shades.

Each cowboy knows the thirsting plight,

Yet resilience blooms in the fading light.

With weathered hands, they dig and strive,

For precious drops, where dreams survive.

They share a laugh ‘neath the starlit dome,

In every heart, a spirit of home.

As shadows stretch and the coyotes call,

They gather close, together stand tall.

For in the dust, their stories weave,

A testament true, to those who believe.