Once in my younger years

With brother and cousin

Set out to camp along a lake 

Upon a mountain top in a cliffy revine 

Arriving by foot 

We set camp 

 

My cousin experimenting with Maryjane infused products

Poured an once of bud into browny mix 

We proceeded to stuff our face 

With Chocolate fulled mouths and weed stuck between the teeth

We watched the cliff sides become alive 

 

The valley

Owned by the native American spirits whose image remains unbroken over looking the revine 

Their faces so prevently shaped by the the earth left us in awe in our communion

 

Later in my life 

 Carrying great responsibility

I returned to the site with my 11year old daughter

We sat on a bolder protruding from the lake 

Gazing upon the same cliffside 

The native spirits were hidden from my site 

I asked my daughter if she could see faces in the rocks 

She began to point out several native faces 

Some in great headdress 

 

The pure heart of my child could see beyond my clouded reason

She rejuvenated my child within 

And gave me hope that one day when my job is done that I will see as a child  once again