The Plains’ Eternal Breath: Life’s Rhythm Across an Endless Landscape

The Old West taught us that persistence often unearths the greatest treasures.

Beneath the heavens, wide and vast,

The plains stretch forth, a canvas cast.

With grasses swaying, soft and free,

Lifes rhythm breathes in harmony.

Old trails meander through the land,

Where cattle roam, a steadfast band.

The cowboys song, a haunting tune,

Beneath the watchful, silver moon.

The sun spills gold on mountains high,

As wildflowers bloom, a bright reply.

Hooves pound the earth, a lively beat,

While time, like dust, drifts neath retreat.

With each new dawn, a tale unfolds,

In whispers carried on the gold.

The plains, they breathe--a timeless song,

Life dances here, where hearts belong.