The River’s Silent Watch: Guardian of Life Flowing Through the West

The only way to find new horizons is to keep riding toward the setting sun.

Beneath the sun, the parched land sighs,

The river flows where the coyote cries.

With crystal dreams that dance on stone,

A silent guardian, it claims its throne.

In shadowed bends, the willows weep,

While cowhands pause, their secrets deep.

The waters pulse, a soothing thread,

Weaves tales of life where few have tread.

The prairies stretch with golden waves,

As horses drink, and courage braves.

Through storms they ride, both bold and free,

In chase of legends, where heartbeats flee.

When twilight drapes the western sky,

The river whispers soft goodbye.

Its timeless watch from dusk till dawn,

A lifeline strong, where dreams are born.