The Shadow Beneath the Cottonwood: Resting Where Life Flourishes

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

Beneath the shade where cottonwoods sway,

The cowboy rests as twilight claims the day.

His leathered hands, both weary and worn,

Cradle a memory of battles born.

The crackling fire, it dances and plays,

Illuminating the shadows of his days.

From prairie dawns to canyons wide and steep,

He™s chased the storms, but now he finds his peace.

In rustling leaves, the whispers of the past,

Echo of laughter and friendships steadfast.

A horse beside him, nicker soft and low,

They share a bond that only they can know.

So here he lingers ˜neath the stars above,

In this quiet haven, he finds his love.

For in the shadow, life flourishes and thrives,

As dreams take root, where the spirit survives.