Whistling Through the Prairie Winds
A cowboy learns to face the winds with grit and a song in his heart.
When sun dips low and shadows play,
The chuckwagons crew begins to sway.
With pots and pans, they start to clash,
But laughter bubbles, a vibrant splash.
A teasing jest from old Jacks lips,
Mixes with beans as the day eclipse.
Each chuckle adds a savory flair,
Turning plain meals into festive fare.
The brisket smokes, the coffee brews,
As tales unfold of daring crews.
With wit as sharp as a cowboys knife,
In every bite, theres a taste of life.
So gather round as the stars ignite,
In laughter’s warmth, the world feels right.
The chuckwagon hums, its clear to see,
Laughters the spice that sets us free.
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