The Wild Horse Wranglers Exhilarating Attempts to Tame the Untamed

There’s something about the open range that speaks to the soul of a cowboy.

Out on the plains where wild winds blow,

Riders gather with hearts aglow.

With lassos twirling under the sky,

They seek untamed spirits that thunder and fly.

Hooves kick up dust, a primal dance,

A challenge met with grit and chance.

In the sunrise glow, they charge the herd,

Whispers of legends in each breath heard.

With courage bound in leather and reins,

Wranglers embrace the wild horse’s strains.

Each rush of mane, a story untold,

Of freedom’s fire and spirits bold.

As twilight descends, the cowboys stand proud,

With the stars like dreams, shining bright and loud.

For in every struggle, the wild becomes tame,

And hearts that are tethered, forever hold flame.