The Glow of the Branding Fire: Forging Connections in the Heat of Labor

Freedom is found where the dirt road ends and the open sky begins.

In twilights hush, a fire burns bright,

Casting shadows neath the stars soft light.

The branding iron, hot like the sun,

Marks every calf, a bond begun.

Rugged hands grasp the leather tight,

Amidst the cries, their spirits ignite.

With laughter shared round flames so bold,

Stories of old weave dreams from the cold.

Each brand a promise, a name to hold,

In the heat of labor, fierce and uncontrolled.

From wilderness whispers and mountain song,

Their hearts beat steady, where they belong.

As dawn creeps in, the fire does fade,

But the ties of brotherhood, never betrayed.

In every ember, a saga glows,

Of cowboys united, where friendship flows.