Whistling Through the Prairie Winds
A cowboy learns to face the winds with grit and a song in his heart.
In fields where wild the breezes blow,
Contrary cattle wander slow.
With tails a-flick and heads held high,
They plot their pranks ˜neath the wide, blue sky.
Their herder, sweet old Gus, bemused,
Chases them round, yet often confused.
A cow named Bess with a wily grin,
Leads the charge beneath the sun™s bright din.
The barn™s a stage for their daring play,
As hoofbeats dance at the close of day.
With bellowing laughs, they jostle and cheer,
Each mischief spun like a fine frontier.
Yet through the chaos, bonds grow tight,
Where cattle and cowboy share delight.
In laughter™s echo, the heart finds home,
As mirth and tales in the twilight roam.
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