The Wranglers’ Prayer: A Moment of Solace in the Chaos of the Drive

It takes a steady hand and a bold heart to tame the wild west.

In dust and sweat, the cattle roam,

Under a sky where eagles soar,

The wranglers gather, weary yet bold,

Finding solace on the open floor.

With leather reins and sun-bleached hats,

They pause beneath the starlit dome,

Whispers of peace drift through the night,

As horses graze and night winds moan.

In quiet prayer, they share their dreams,

Of home-cooked meals and tender caress,

While moonbeams paint the sagebrush fair,

Guiding their hearts to seek sweet rest.

When dawn breaks bright, with hues aglow,

They rise renewed, the chaos tamed,

Through trials faced, their spirits soar,

In cowboy rhythms, forever claimed.