Whistling Through the Prairie Winds
A cowboy learns to face the winds with grit and a song in his heart.
Beneath a sky where stardust glows,
The campfire dances, and laughter flows.
With hats tilted low, they share their tales,
Their words like comets, on moonlit trails.
A jest spins ‘round like tumbleweed,
As coffee brews, their spirits freed.
Each bark of mirth, a brilliant spark,
A symphony twinkling against the dark.
Through tales of coyotes and wild mustangs,
They paint the night with their boisterous slang.
A chorus of voices, bold and clear,
Each quip resounding, drawing near.
As embers fade, the stars still gleam,
In their banter lies a cowboys dream.
With friendship forged neath skies so bright,
They ride the sunset into the night.
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