The Branding Iron’s Mark: A Legacy Burned Into Time

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

Through dust and sweat, the sun beats down,

A branding iron waits, the legacy crown.

With every pulse, a life defined,

In searing flame, their fate entwined.

The cattle low, a restless herd,

As irons bite speaks without a word.

A mark upon the flesh, a tissues sigh,

The cowboys bond of land and sky.

By campfire light, old tales arise,

Of family feuds and fleeting ties.

In whispered lore, the iron’s bite,

Becomes the hope that fuels the night.

So as he rides, through dawn’s embrace,

His ancestors’ dreams etched in this place.

With every brand, their spirits climb,

A legacy burned, forever in time.