The Prairie’s Golden Waves: A Tribute to the Endless Sea of Grass

A cowboy’s trust in his horse is as deep as the canyons they ride.

Beneath the skies where wild winds blow,

The prairie whispers tales of woe.

A sea of grass in golden sway,

As sunlit dreams chase night away.

The cowboy rides with steadfast grace,

Through rolling hills, his hearts own place.

With leather reins and spirit free,

He finds his strength in endless sea.

Each rustling blade, a memory shared,

Of thunders roar and times well dared.

The sprawl of land, both stern and grand,

Calls forth the courage of a man.

When twilight drapes her velvet gown,

And stars like jewels catch the frown,

The prairie hums, a lullaby,

As dreams take flight beneath the sky.