The Creek’s Stony Bed: Strength Found in Life’s Foundations

Out here, every cowboy knows that fortune favors the bold.

In twilights glow, the creek flows free,

Its stony bed holds history,

Each rock a tale of trials passed,

In natures cradle, forever cast.

The rugged banks, where shadows play,

Whisper secrets of the day,

Adventurous hearts, they dare to dream,

While time weaves softly through the stream.

The cowboy stands, feet planted firm,

On solid ground, through dust and berm,

With lasso tied, his purpose clear,

He finds his strength in what is near.

As moonlight dances on the stream,

He rides the night, alive with dreams,

For in each stone, a lessons laid,

Foundations strong that never fade.