Whistling Through the Prairie Winds
A cowboy learns to face the winds with grit and a song in his heart.
In the heart of night, where silence reigns,
The prairie whispers of forgotten pains.
Beneath wide skies, where wild hearts roam,
An untamed spirit calls this land home.
With leather boots, they tread the dust,
Each step a promise, each breath a trust.
Through rolling hills, the sagebrush sways,
As freedom dances in the suns warm rays.
The lonesome howl of a coyotes song,
Reminds the weary that they belong.
Where thunderstorms clash and the wild winds blow,
The prairie™s pulse creates a vibrant flow.
At dawns first light, the horizons grace,
Ignites the courage etched on each face.
With reins in hand, they chase the skies,
Embracing the wild, where the spirit flies.
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