The mesa behind Grandma Cowboy’s house

 

Redthedog
Grandma Cowboy’s trusty dog, Red.

It leaves and returns

The day is hot and windy on top of this Mesa

Juniper trees pop up, sparse like hastiin faces

whiskers on chin and cheek

30 miles north I can see Navajo Mountain, to my right

Past the rusty pink canyons and untarred roads

Equal distance to my left is Black Mesa

A Mesa seen as skin to Diné

But paper greener than Matcha on a cold day

to all the Mr. Peabody’s in the Midwest

I hear cowbells in the distance

with old sheep moving it’s puffy chins

to make its presence known

Then grandma gets out of her truck

Alan Jackson stops playing on the radio

Her freshly permed Kinłachiini hair, Canadian tuxedo

and Shape up sketchers are made for this rez

She waltzes to a boarded shed

Dives her chocolate colored fingers

into lemon colored straw for their feast

I sit on top of the mesa

from here I can tell Shimásání

is pleased because the sheep

did not get lost in the canyons and have returned

The sheep take a moment to see the hay

and almost rumba like make their way

They were made for this rez

 

sheepatthebottomofthecanyon
Grandma’s sheep at the bottom of the canyon

♥The Chromatics- Runnin up that hill♥

2 thoughts on “The mesa behind Grandma Cowboy’s house

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s