This amazingly HOT vaquero lives/works on an estancia in Argentina. I happened across this photo accidentally, almost 3 years ago, when reading about the history of the Argentine estancias. When I saw him, I lost my ability to read (or think, or make my mouth form sentences), so that ended my estancia research for the time being. Those arms! Ai! That torso! Ai yi! The way those hips narrow ... ai yi yi!! He's been on my 'New Secret (Sorta) Crush' list ever since. He turns up rather frequently, also, on my journal pages. This time I thought he deserved an original poem, hence the 'Ode to a Vaquero'. Open up that hottie Vaquero flap, and here's the rest. A very up/down/back/forth week and it shows on the page. I'm glad for that, actually -- keeping it real! Commissioned by a friend for her new granddaughter, Melanie's, baby shower.