The Last Branding Fire: The End of an Era for Cowboys and Land

The trail might be tough, but a cowboy always finds a way forward.

In twilights hush, the cattle low,

As smoke rises from the embers glow.

The branding fire, a final plight,

Fades softly into the coming night.

With weathered hands, the cowboys stand,

Once masters of this rugged land.

Now echoes of their laughter wane,

Replaced by whispers of sweet pain.

The leathered reins, worn spirits brave,

Reflect the dreams they tried to save.

But progress rolls like thunder™s might,

Chasing their past beyond the light.

So gather round, where memories lie,

In embers™ warmth beneath the sky.

Together theyll ride one last time,

In the hearts embrace, a silent rhyme.