The Oak by the Creek: Roots Holding Firm Through Generations

The trail might be tough, but a cowboy always finds a way forward.

By the creek where the ripples sing,

Stands an oak, its branches wide,

Holding tales of the years that cling,

To roots that shelter and provide.

Through the drought and the storms despair,

Old cowboys hat rests on the ground,

He parks his horse, a gentle pair,

Where whispered dreams and hope surround.

Generations passed neath its shade,

With laughter and lessons intertwined,

From rustling leaves, the youth conveyed,

The spirit of the wild, unconfined.

As twilight wraps the valley slow,

And stars ignite the endless night,

The oak stands firm, a hearth aglow,

A legacy of strength and light.