Whistling Through the Prairie Winds
A cowboy learns to face the winds with grit and a song in his heart.
In dusty boots, our cowboy strayed,
With laughter wide and plans mislaid.
He sought a treasure ‘neath the sage,
But tripped on cactus, turned the page.
Through shimmers bright of golden noon,
He chased his dreams, a bumbling tune.
With shovel swung, he missed the spot,
And found a rattler in the plot.
The map, a riddle scribbled bold,
Led him through canyons steep and cold.
Each twist and turn, with slapstick grace,
He ventured forth, a comic face.
As sunset danced on painted skies,
He laughed and wiped the tears from eyes.
For every stumble, a story spun,
In clumsy quest, he sought for fun.
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