Whistling Through the Prairie Winds
A cowboy learns to face the winds with grit and a song in his heart.
Beneath the wide and starry dome,
Two cowboys argue, far from home.
One swears by boots that cling like glue,
While the other laughs, œI prefer my shoe.
They trade tall tales, both wild and grand,
Of mustangs captured with a steady hand.
œI lasso quick as lightnings flash,
œNo, it™s my roping skills that make the dash.
As campfire embers swirl in night,
They ponder life, with bold delight.
œOne day Im gallant, fierce like a storm,
œNext, I™m a softie--cant deny the norm.
Their laughter rings, a rugged tune,
Embracing night until the moon.
For in their jests, through fear and cheer,
The Contradictory Cowboys hold life dear.
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