The Wind’s Lonely Call: A Voice That Speaks to the Cowboy’s Heart

It wasn’t the land that made cowboys—it was their untamed spirit.

Winds whisper weaves through the sagebrush tall,

A lonesome tune, like a distant call.

With every gust, it carries the dreams,

Of cowboys lost in the moonlit beams.

Across the plains, where the wildflowers grow,

It sings of freedom, where the bold winds blow.

The rustle of leaves tells stories of old,

Of courage and heart, of warriors bold.

As sun sets low, painting skies aflame,

The night draws near, yet the call stays the same.

A heart beats strong, beneath the starlit dome,

For every cowboy, the wind leads him home.

So ride, oh rider, embrace the night’s song,

For the call of the wind guides you along.

In the echo of hooves, the lost dreams will find,

A voice, a journey, forever entwined.