Whistling Through the Prairie Winds
A cowboy learns to face the winds with grit and a song in his heart.
In twilights hush, where shadows dwell,
A cowboy rides, with tales to tell.
His spurs, though silent, speak of trust,
Built in the quiet, forged from dust.
Beneath wide skies, in fields untamed,
He finds his purpose, never claimed.
With leather worn, and heart unbraced,
He walks a path that time embraced.
On starlit nights, by fires warm glow,
He dreams of trails where wild winds blow.
Each whispered prayer, like rustling leaves,
A vow to those who dare to believe.
As dawn awakens, soft and bright,
His steed, loyal, shares in the flight.
Silent spurs echo the life hes led,
In dedications grip, where legends tread.
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