The Prairie’s Golden Silence: A Quiet Tribute to Enduring Grace

In the Old West, your word was your bond, and respect was earned the hard way.

In the hush of dawn, the prairie breathes,

With golden light that weaves through leaves.

The whispers of the wind, a gentle song,

In solitude, the heart learns to be strong.

A rider clad in leather, free as air,

Finds solace in the silence, unaware.

The rolling hills, a canvas vast and wild,

Reveal the dreams of every wandering child.

As sunbeams dance on meadows wide,

Each hoofbeat stirs the stillness inside.

The quiet grace of home beneath the skies,

Cradles the spirit, where true freedom lies.

When twilight drapes her cloak of deepening grace,

The prairie hums, a celestial place.

With stars as guides and the night now freed,

The cowboy rides, where the prairie™s heart bleeds.