The Creek’s Hidden Crossing: A Path Found in the Unknown

Freedom is found where the dirt road ends and the open sky begins.

In twilights glow, where the horses graze,

A whispered tale through the canyon lays.

The creek runs bold, a secret it keeps,

Of hidden paths where a wanderer leaps.

Beneath the bridge of twinkling stars,

The moonlight dances on the canyon bars.

Old spurs clink softly, as hooves draw near,

A cowboy seeks what is buried in fear.

With each bold step, the waters gleam,

Reflecting doubts lost in a daydream.

A rustle stirs, the wild beckons clear,

A call of adventure, loud, draws him near.

As dawn breaks bright, painting sky with hope,

He finds the crossing, learns how to cope.

For in the unknown, where shadows were cast,

Lies courage unbound, and futures amassed.