Thunder Rolling Across the Plains

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

The sky ignites, a tempest roars,

As thunder shakes the dusty floors.

The prairies breath, a whispered sigh,

Awakens dreams beneath the sky.

With lightnings flash, the cattle stir,

While hooves drum loud, and winds confer.

A lone cowboy rides on the crest,

His heart beats wild, his spirit blessed.

The clouds collide, a rumbling tune,

As stormy shadows blanket noon.

He feels the pulse of earth below,

A bond forged deep with heart and soul.

When rain cascades like silver threads,

And fills the world where silence treads,

He rides on through the storms embrace,

For every trial, a wild grace.