Whistling Through the Prairie Winds
A cowboy learns to face the winds with grit and a song in his heart.
In dusty rings where laughter swells,
The cowboys gear up with playful yells.
With brow tipped low, they face the fight,
To ride a cactus ‘neath the sunset light.
Oh, how they straddle spines so tall,
Each prickly buck brings raucous thrall.
With hats askew and boots askance,
They tumble off in a wild dance.
A prickly pear sets the stage for glee,
As cowpokes laugh, a sight to see.
With every bounce and wild retreat,
A new rodeo legends born on their feet.
As stars peek out through ribbons of dusk,
There’s joy in mischief, sweet like musk.
With bruised egos and hearts ablaze,
They’ll ride again through follys maze.
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