Under the Wide Sky: Reflections on the Freedom of the Plains

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

Under the wide sky, a wanderers dream,

Where dust and freedom dance in the gleam.

The lonesome call of the hawk in flight,

Guides the heart of a cowboy through the night.

With leather reins held tight in hand,

He gallops forth across the land.

The whispering winds sing an endless song,

As they weave through the grasses, both wild and strong.

Beneath the stars, where the vastness sprawls,

He finds the peace in the prairie calls.

A canvas painted with hues of dusk,

In solitude lies freedoms musk.

As dawn unfolds with a radiant hue,

He rides with the sun, his spirit anew.

With every mile, a story is spun,

Under the wide sky, he chases the sun.