The Forgotten Prairie Wind: A Voice Lost to the Modern World

The West wasn’t won by luck—it was carved by determination and hard work.

In days of old, the prairie sang,

A voice so bold, the wild wind tang.

It whispered secrets, long since shorn,

Of legends lost, where dreams were born.

The dust still stirs, beneath the sun,

Where hooves once thundered, laughter run.

Yet in the stillness, echoes fade,

A memory trapped in times cruel trade.

Now steel and glass, where grass once sprawled,

The modern hum, a siren called.

Yet cowboys ride through twilights grace,

Chasing the whispers, they still embrace.

So hear the wind, let spirits rise,

For in the heart, tradition flies.

Though voices fade, the soul persists,

In every cowboys whispered tryst.