Whistling Through the Prairie Winds
A cowboy learns to face the winds with grit and a song in his heart.
In dusty towns where laughter rings,
The cowboys share their wildest things.
With hats tilted low and boots so worn,
They spin their yarns till the break of dawn.
A rattlesnake tale, all laughter and fright,
With quicksilver tongues, they tease through the night.
œRemember old Slim, who rode with a stench?
œLast time he bathed, the cattle did clench!
Around the fire, the moon is bright,
As stories dance with shadows in flight.
Each chuckle echoes through canyon walls,
A bond forged strong, as the evening calls.
So saddle up, let your worries sway,
In the wit and giggles, find joy each day.
For in their tales, the wild hearts roam,
With humor as compass, they always come home.
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