Whistling Through the Prairie Winds
A cowboy learns to face the winds with grit and a song in his heart.
In twilights blush, the prairie hums,
With coyote chuckles, the laughter comes.
A cowboy grins beneath the stars,
As natures jest unfolds from afar.
He tips his hat to the wild serenade,
The rustle of grasses, a soft charade.
With every howl, a joke is spun,
A dance of shadows neath the setting sun.
Around the fire, with tales they share,
Each crackling ember, a spark of air.
The coyote’s wit, so sly and bright,
Turns long, lonesome nights into pure delight.
As dawn creeps in with a blush of gold,
The laughter lingers, a bond of old.
For in this land where spirits roam,
Man and nature find a home in humors poem.
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