The Dusty Riverbed: Traces of Life in a Long-Dry Place

The cowboy life teaches one lesson above all—hold the reins, and lead the way.

In the heart of the desert, a riverbed lies,

Where whispers of water once danced neath blue skies.

Beneath twisted willows, old memories dwell,

As dust swirls around, crafting stories to tell.

A lone jackrabbit darts through the thorny embrace,

While lizards bask warm in the suns gentle grace.

Each pebble, a witness to laughter and tears,

Echoes the joys of the wild frontier years.

The cowboy rides in, his spirit robust,

With leather-worn boots, in the dust he must trust.

His eyes trace the banks where the wildflowers grew,

Now faded and dry, yet their colors shine through.

As twilight descends with a soft, golden hue,

He recalls all the lives that the river once knew.

In this dusty expanse where the silence runs deep,

He finds hope in the memories, the promises they keep.