The Song of the River Stones: Stories Polished Smooth by Time

Cowboys know that the hardest trails lead to the most beautiful views.

By the rivers edge, where the wild winds sigh,

The stones whisper tales from days gone by.

Each polished surface, a story unfurled,

Of journeys long past in a rugged world.

When the rain drums down and the waters swell,

The river sings secrets it knows all too well.

With a rhythm that echoes the cowboy™s plight,

In the heart of the canyon, beneath the night.

The sun paints the rocks with its golden grasp,

As legends of old weave through the grass.

Rugged hands trace a history, soft yet bold,

Of cowboys and mustangs, and bonds of old gold.

So gather round, friends, by the firelights gleam,

And listen to murmurs that dance like a dream.

For the stones by the river, with each gentle wave,

Bring heartbeats of heroes, the brave and the grave.