The River’s Bend: How Time and Water Shape the Cowboy’s World

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

At river™s bend, where waters flow,

The cowboy™s heart learns ebb and flow.

With whispered tales of time entwined,

The current shifts, and fate™s designed.

The morning mist, in soft embrace,

Clings to the saddle, a fleeting trace.

His lariat swings, like historys thread,

Binding dreams where the riverbed led.

Each splash and ripple, a lesson learned,

In tranquil depths, the fires have burned.

From sunset™s glow to dawn™s bright gleam,

The river™s song weaves life™s rough seam.

As shadows stretch and daylight fades,

He rides through memories that never jade.

With every turn, the wild does bend,

And time flows on, a cowboy™s friend.