The Prairie’s Silent Witness: A Landscape That Holds Its Stories Close

The Old West didn’t reward hesitation—it honored those who acted with purpose.

In twilights hush, the prairie lies,

With secrets wrapped in endless skies,

The sagebrush whispers tales of old,

And sunsets bleed in hues of gold.

The weary rider, boots worn thin,

Finds solace in the songs within,

Each mile a map of legends past,

Where echoes of the steadfast last.

A shadowed hill, the roan stands tall,

With watchful eyes that see it all,

Through storm and drought, through love and loss,

The land records each heart’s fierce gloss.

As dawn unfolds, the silence breaks,

With hooves that dance and freedom shakes,

A canvas rich with life and strife,

The prairie speaks, a testament of life.