I, the Mountain, watch as the birds fly.
I listen as the river flows.
The clouds disappear behind me.
The moon and stars reflect on me.
The river runs through my body.
Fish follow the river through my body.
Beth Rue, 4th Grader
My grandma would go herding sheep everyday.
When she comes home
She would be working on a Navajo basket. The tips
of her fingers they would be Black and
red from dyeing the willow for the Navajo basket.
I just stand there watching her poking the needle in and out.
The tips
of her fingers they would be