The Empty Branding Pen: Memories of a Life Once Lived

Every cowboy knows the importance of gathering strength before the storm.

In the dust where the old trails wind,

A branding pen rests, memories confined.

Once filled with ink, its tales unfurled,

Now silent echoes a forgotten world.

By the fire™s glow, a lonesome tale,

Of sun-bleached hay and the doves that sail.

The call of the range, where legends roamed,

And cowboys carved their hearts, like they homed.

With leather and grit, the sunset glows,

An empty pen where the river flows.

It held the dreams of a life untamed,

Each brand a story, each beast named.

Now shadows dance on an empty floor,

While wild winds whisper of days of yore.

The branding pen waits for hands to lay,

To write the life where the free hearts play.