Whistling Through the Prairie Winds
A cowboy learns to face the winds with grit and a song in his heart.
Under the sun, the chuckwagons ready,
With pots a-bubbling, and hands all steady.
Grins light the faces, old tales take flight,
As cowboys gather ‘neath the dusks warm light.
The beans are simmering, a bold, smoky blend,
A dash of hot spice from a raucous friend.
But when the cornbreads not rising quite right,
It flops like a tumbleweed, much to their delight.
The laughter erupts with each bubbling pot,
Like quicksilver jokes that cant be forgot.
With flour on noses and tunes in the air,
They share misadventures, a true cowboy flare.
As twilight deepens, the winners are named,
Yet all leave as champs, no one feels ashamed.
In the heart of the desert, through trials and glee,
These cowboys cook not just for food, but for free.
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