The Prairie’s Silent Witness: A Landscape Holding Secrets of the Past

A cowboy’s trust in his horse is as deep as the canyons they ride.

Beneath wide skies where whispers roam,

The prairie breathes, a timeless home.

With rusted spurs and stories deep,

It guards the dreams of those who leap.

In twilights hush, the shadows play,

As echoes dance of yesterday.

A horses neigh, the creak of leather,

Link souls to earth in bonds forever.

Across the fields where wildflowers bloom,

The spirits linger, dispelling gloom.

They tell of trails where brave hearts dared,

And secrets held, though none have shared.

As dawn ascends with colors bold,

The prairie stirs, its tales retold.

With every ride, the past ignites,

A silent witness to our nights.