The Branding Pen’s Quiet Rest: A Moment of Stillness After the Labor

The wild west wasn’t tamed by sitting still—it took courage to follow the horizon.

In twilight’s grasp, the branding pen,

Stands silent now where cheers had been.

The air is thick with dust and sweat,

A day of toil, a night well met.

With sunburnt brow and calloused hand,

The seasoned cowboys now make plans.

Around the fire, laughter springs,

A moments pause, the heart still sings.

The crackling wood, the shadows play,

While memory whispers of the day.

Red-hot iron and restless strain,

Immortal brands tattooed in pain.

But as the stars adorn the night,

Their work now done, all feels just right.

In rest profound, beneath the dome,

The branding pen has found its home.