Among Hills Apache Red

Among hills Apache red Where damas and vaqueros Built up a homestead Past the mercados And hills with a vague past Running aside the mission Its white walls chaste In the glow of the noontime sun Past a dreamy mountain range And several places where in brief There was a Butterfield stage – Runs a highway through my life And whether bathed by the sun Or a cloud of headlight glare It continues to function And remain my anchor.