Whistling Through the Prairie Winds
A cowboy learns to face the winds with grit and a song in his heart.
Beneath the sky, where stardust swirls,
The cowboys gather, sharing their pearls.
With laughter bright as a fire’s glow,
In shadows deep, the tales do flow.
The crackling flames dance big as dreams,
Each story spun, a wild yarn beams.
From pranks on the trail to close calls made,
Their voices blend in the evenings shade.
A twinkling joke, like a comets flight,
Carries warmth through the cool desert night.
With grins like crescent moons aglow,
They find connection in the stars soft show.
So raise a glass under velvet skies,
To starlit smiles and laughter that flies.
In the heart of the night, their spirits soar,
As twinkling tales invite us for more.
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