Bones

I taste the air of times past as she walks and I ride toward the tar covered trail lined of birch and pine. A distant hum echoes softly in the breeze as I tell her a story a memory of another time walking with Willow on my back and a leash in both hands a…

A Testament of Time

As dusk descends into the valley beams escape the sullen sky reaching to touch the Rez of marsh and pine with golden rays that shine on this land that knows the devastation of policy. The orders were to clear cut and pressure the people to farm a land not farmable leaving an empty shell of…