The Wind’s Cold Breath: A Testament to Winter’s Harsh Embrace

The West wasn’t won by luck—it was carved by determination and hard work.

winds cold breath drifts through the pines,

Where snowflakes dance on whispering lines.

A lonesome rider, he fights the chill,

With dreams of spring that flicker still.

The prairie wide, a blanket white,

Each hoofprint lost in winters night.

The blizzard howls, with fierce delight,

Yet courage stirs his heart to fight.

Through drifts so deep, his vision wanes,

But tales of courage run in his veins.

He rides with grit toward horizons glow,

For beneath the frost, life seeks to grow.

As dawn breaks clear, a new hope swells,

In every gust, the hearty tell.

With leather reins and spirit free,

He braves the cold; his heart holds key.