The Lone Cottonwood: A Silent Witness to Generations Passed

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

Beneath a sky where wild winds roam,

Stands the lone cottonwood, proud and alone.

With roots that cradle the secrets of time,

A sentinel watching, a tale in each rhyme.

In summers heat, beneath its shade,

Young cowboys gather, dreams unafraid.

They laugh and they scheme ˜neath its leafy dome,

While whispers of legends drift far from home.

As autumn™s chill paints the leaves gold,

The tree stands firm, its stories retold.

From wagon trains™ paths to the gallop of steeds,

It™s witnessed the courage of those who would lead.

In winter™s grasp, when the world lies still,

The cottonwood breathes with a potent thrill.

A timeless keeper of heartbeats and strife,

It stands as a testament to the pulse of life.