The Prairie’s Starry Blanket: Comfort Found in the Infinite Sky

In the Old West, your word was your bond, and respect was earned the hard way.

Beneath the vast and endless dome,

Where wild winds whisper, horses roam.

The prairie’s starry blanket glows,

A solace found, where freedom flows.

The campfire crackles, shadows dance,

Each flicker holds a fleeting chance.

With leather reins and dreams in tow,

The cowboys light begins to grow.

Up in the sky, a million lights,

Each one a story, endless nights.

They twinkle down on weary souls,

Reminding all where comfort rolls.

As dawn breaks soft with hues of gold,

The prairie stirs, a tale retold.

With every ride and whispered prayer,

The starry blanket soothes his care.