With every song being sung, memories begin to flow down-
stream, catching at times on heartstrings of loss once
upon a time.
Galloping down trails that once were always filled with
cowboys as they herded their cattle, later on settling
down to the warmth of a campfire.
Having steak and beans cooked to a cowboy's perfection,
loving the wide open desert, its beauty never being
diminished in life.
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