Catch That Hat

Chicago's been dubbed the windy town, but Great Falls has that tag nailed down. If you're facing Montana's fierce wind, you're moving where you didn't intend. Prairie grass rolls like ocean waves, tumbleweed mounds resemble graves. Aspen leaves' fluttery swirls abound, scarcely settling their golden mound. Longhorns stay bunched within a draw, hoping the wind will soon lose claw. Snow gusts into drifts high and wide, pickups and hay-balers shrouded inside. Who sent this wild, careless wind the bronco busters cannot unbend? This, I suppose, could be left unsaid: Keep those Stetsons jammed on your head!