The Prairie’s Soft Lament: A Song for What Has Been Lost

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

In twilights hush, the prairie sighs,

Where whispered winds carry muted cries.

The bones of dreams lie deep in earth,

A testament to lost frontier™s worth.

The sun sets low, a fiery haze,

Each shadow holds the tales of days.

Beneath the stars, old legends fade,

As empty hearths cast memories made.

A lone horse trots through fields once grand,

With every step, it mourns the land.

The echo of a distant song,

Reminds us all, the past is strong.

Yet even as the night draws near,

Hope flickers bright like the starlit sphere.

For in the heart of those who roam,

Lies the spirits quest for a lasting home.