Beneath the sky so wild and wide,
A Wrangler roars with fearless pride.
Through mountain trails and desert sand,
It carves its path—no map in hand.
The thunder hums beneath its hood,
A beast that tames both stone and wood.
With top rolled back and doors set free,
It whispers, Come and ride with me.
Through rivers deep and valleys steep,
It climbs where lesser souls won’t creep.
Mud on tires, dust in air,
Adventure waits—a dare, a prayer.
The city streets, they cage and bind,
But Wranglers crave the untamed kind.
Where asphalt ends and wild begins,
That’s where the Jeep’s true life begins.
So shift the gears, let engines roar,
Drive till roads exist no more.
For those who crave the open land,
A Wrangler waits with guiding hand.
Michael J McCluskey 