Whistling Through the Prairie Winds
A cowboy learns to face the winds with grit and a song in his heart.
On dusty trails where laughter flies,
Tall tales spun beneath vast skies.
A cowboy claims he caught the sun,
But sighs, A cloud? Now that aint fun.
With leather boots and hats so wide,
They swagger boldly, filled with pride.
Yet in a tussle with a breeze,
They stumble sideways, if you please.
The more I ride, the less I roam,
Says old man Joe, his mind a home.
In joking tones, the wisdom flows,
Like streams that wind where no one knows.
So gather round, and heed their song,
For lifes a lark when banters strong.
In cowboy hearts, the truths a game,
For every paradox, they stake their claim.
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