A Beautiful Place

By: Michael Toledo

A beautiful place I’ve been is at Antelope Lookout.

As I look at the bright beautiful sunset in the reservation 

I see the bright orange sun go down.

I hear the chirping and the laughter of

moms, dads, aunts, uncles, and cousins.

I taste and smell the scented air

And great food my Aunts make.

I see the dogs barking as a rabbit runs by me

To get to its mother as I walk up the mesa.

The juniper tree sits

As the birds live upon the barren dessert.

As I hunt for a rabbit like a chipmunk trying to find its nuts.