When the evening sun lays low and the shadows play,
I wander through the fields where the wildflowers sway.
Beyond the picket gates, where my heart skips a beat,
There's a melody that dances on the warm summer heat.
With the wind in my hair and the moon shining bright,
I follow winding paths that lead me through the night.
Each corner I turn, there's a story untold,
Of the heartfelt tunes sung by the brave and the bold.
On those smoky nights when the world feels just right,
Roaming cattle graze under the silver light.
They move with a grace, like whispers in the dark,
With a steady rhythm that ignites a love spark.
As I stroll through the prairies, the stars begin to glow,
Memories come dancing like a soft, gentle flow.
The laughter of old friends wraps around me tight,
In the heart of this land, everything feels so right.
So, let’s gather ‘round and sing till dawn breaks,
With the strum of guitars and the joy that it makes.
In the still of the night, where dreams unfurl,
These open prairies whisper love to the world.
As the dawn rises up, lighting up the sky,
I’ll cherish this moment, won't let it pass by.
For every open prairie holds a place in our hearts,
And these memories linger, never truly depart.
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Open prairies, picket gates, winding paths, heartfelt tunes, smoky nights, roaming cattle, steady rhythm