Rustling Up Some Courage
The Old West didn’t reward hesitation—it honored those who acted with purpose.
In dusks embrace, the firelight glows,
As cowboys gather, neath old cottonwoods,
With stories spun from leather and woes,
They brand their dreams on lifes vast woods.
A sizzling iron, a mark to claim,
On skin and land, the bond runs deep.
Each creature stamped, a long-held name,
Echoes of loyalty in silence keep.
Through arid plains, the cattle roam,
With symbols bold against the sunlit sky,
Each brand a tale, of heart and home,
Of love and loss, as years pass by.
As twilight falls, the stars align,
The legacy forged, in iron and dust,
Through generations, their spirits entwine,
In every brand lies a cowboys trust.
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