Home Sweet Home

By: Nicgerreitt Cambridge

I live in a dusty place covered with yucca

With sage brush and tumble weed rolling

Away like the Wild West

Through the dust the color brown all over the people

Wind howls like coyotes

Like the sand picking up like little helicopters

The feeling is like pins hitting your face and 371 highway is

Covered by the dirt

And never to be seen again

The smell of fry bread in the air and the

Mutton the animal smell the food and make a playful day

the land form is very special the sage

Brush smells so beautiful after the rainfall when

It’s is gone the wind starts.

The beautiful smells with

The wind howls again.