The Creek’s Hidden Pool: A Quiet Sanctuary in the Wilderness

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

In the heart of wild, where the willows sway,

A creek whispers secrets, soft as the day.

The argent pool glimmers, beneath sun™s embrace,

A haven for dreamers, a tranquil space.

With boots dusted brown, I wander alone,

Past rocks worn by time, and moss overgrown.

The laughter of waters, their gentle refrain,

Calls forth all the wanderers, easing their pain.

Here coyotes may sip, and the blue jays will swoon,

As shadows grow long ˜neath the watchful moon.

Each ripple tells stories of days gone and past,

Of cowboys and legends, forever steadfast.

So I linger in silence, my spirit set free,

This hidden retreat, just the creek and me.

With heartbeats in rhythm, I find my own rule,

In the wild™s quiet arms, at the creek™s hidden pool.