Trotted past the four corners of the Colorado Plateau
fried along the panhandle of Oklahoma
and landed in a reservation in the southwestern corner of the state
my mind that is, traveling through stories, pictures, and dreams

Went back in time with author Julie A Jordan to the 1960’s
and heard echoes of old timers who’d been put through the wringer of change
somehow, they still acknowledged the spirit of place
possessed survival skills of ancient times
and shared what they knew with an open heart

After a good meal of such fine fare
it was my turn to burp and say thank you
I rose up to say goodbye
and left this little print in the well trodden grasslands