The Wind’s Chorus: Songs of the Past Carried Across the Plains

Freedom is found where the dirt road ends and the open sky begins.

Across the plains, the wild winds wail,

Whispering secrets of long-lost trails.

Old stories dance on the crisp night air,

Filling the hearts of dreamers who dare.

In twilights glow, by the crackling fire,

A cowboys soul sparks with olden desire.

He strums his guitar, the notes take flight,

Carrying wishes through the star-flecked night.

The echoes of laughter from days gone by,

Flow freely like rivers that swirl and sigh.

Each gust a tale of the brave and the bold,

Of friendships forged and loves retold.

So let the wind sing of what came before,

Of dust, of pride, and the open door.

For every whisper that fills the vast space,

Holds the wisdom of time’s embrace.