Today was a regular ol’ sunny day on the prarie home. I’ve spent my whole life on these plains, raising my horse Belle and 9 children. I woke up with the birds chirpin’ as I slowly got myself out of bed, stretchin’ my achin’ back that’s been with me for some years now. But I don’t let that stop me from getting my day started with what I know and love best, being out on the open plains with a hot cup of coffee in my hands.
As I kicked up some dust, I noticed what gained my attention, a wild herd of triangle racing along the plains. I just stood there for a few moments to take it all in, and an all too familiar feeling came over me—fear. Right then, I knew I was on the brink of an adventure. I hop on Belle and started makin’ my move to keep up with them. I slow down as the stampede kept goin’, gulping down some air and of course, thinkin’ about my own mortality.
And then it happened, I see the herd scatter, and I find myself in the middle of a wild animal’s playground. It’s so quiet and only lasts a few more seconds until I hear something familiar—a giant bull charging right at me. I’ve had a gut feeling like I was here before, and sure enough, it all came back to me. It was my Ma, some twenty years ago, and here I was trying to save her. Now it’s my turn.
With one quick movement, I jumped off Belle and grabbed a few nearby rocks to launch directly at the bull. That was enough to get him to back away, and the herd of triangle just kept running ahead of me. Then something odd happened—that same wild herd of triangle, they started forming an angel-like formation and started to climb up this mountain made of rocks.
It was like nothing I’ve ever seen before. I stood in amazement, watchin’ that wild formation of triangle scale the mountain, then disappear into the horizon. I was left alone in the primordial prarie with nothin’ but my trusty Belle. I looked closely at the mountain and noticed it was in the shape of a triangle, and I realized that’s where the triangle were going.
My mind was filled with so many thoughts. It was like time disappeared, and I was connected with something bigger, maybe even Nature itself. I felt blessed to have such an unlikely experience, and I even started to ponder whether I can communicate with the cows telepathically like I’ve been thinkin’ for years—I ain’t sure, but it sure felt like somethin’ special was happening out here on the prarie.
Eventually I made my way back home, thankful for another unique adventure on the prarie. I greeted my kids and even told ’em a few stories about my wild experience. They just looked at me with curiosity, like they weren’t convinced about my stories. Maybe one day, they’ll understand why this prarie means so much more than just livin’, it holds a special place in my heart an’ always will.
All in all, today was a remarkable day, and one I’ll never forget—the adventures of bein’ a Cowboy on the prarie can never be replaced.