The Stars Over the Branding Pen: A Night Lit by Both Work and Wonder

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

Beneath the stars where shadows dance,

The branding pen glows with vibrant chance.

With ropes that twirl and voices raised,

We carve our mark, in night ablaze.

The scent of leather, sweat and pride,

Around the fire, our legends bide.

Flickering flames bring tales of old,

Of brothers forged in trials bold.

The coyotes howl, a haunting song,

As memories surf through the night so long.

With every brand, our spirits soar,

In the quiet hustle, we stand at the core.

Yet in this work, a wonder grows,

Under the moonlights silver throes.

For as we toil with heart and hand,

We weave our dreams across the land.