Sacate De Amor

By Bronco T

“Love grass” he called it,
I thought it a curious name,
But as I pondered on it,
I knew I’d call it just the same.

Upon the broad flat playa,
This noble grass it grew,
Tall as a pony’s belly,
Slick with the morning dew.

“The best feed there is for horses,
This sacate de amor,
And when the rain it comes,
There is abundance here and more.”

Roberto old and grizzled,
From sun and wind and rain,
His long years as a cowboy,
Brought him only age and pain.

To hear him speak of simple grass,
With words both soft and mild,
Belied his outward visage,
Vaquero.....proud once and wild.

With those few words I saw him,
As few people have I’m sure,
Beneath that rough exterior,
Resides a heart both bold and pure.

The true heart of a horseman,
Like the vaqueros here before,
Who used to ride the playa,
Amidst this.......sacate de amor.