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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418234" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Llano Vaqueros</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=418234" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Padilla unloads mangy herd of Mexican<br>cattle in the field. <br>Meaner, horns long and sharp<br>for bloody battle, lean from a diet<br>of prairie weed, looking more<br>like cattle did years ago<br>on the plains<br>than cattle now–<br>sluggish, pampered globs<br>stalled year round<br>for State Fair Judges to admire,<br>stall-salon dolls, hooves manicured<br>and polished, hide-hair blow-dried, lips<br>and lashes waxed.<br>I ride down the dirt road<br>on Sunshine (my bay mare)<br>and she smarts<br>away from their disdainful glare–<br>come in, try to lasso us,<br>try to comb our hair.<br>I admire my ancestors, llano vaqueros,<br>who flicked a home-made cigarette in dust,<br>spit in scuffed gloves, grabbed one<br>by the horns, wrestled it down,<br>branded it, with the same pleasure<br>they enjoyed in a bunk-house brawl.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Jimmy+Santiago+Baca">Jimmy Santiago Baca</a></strong></div>

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