He sat in the shade, back against the adobe and log wall,
watching the kids chase after whirlwinds.
Once in awhile they would catch one,
then try and stay in the middle as long as they could.
Had his hat brim drawn down across his eyes,
so the bright desert sunlight didn't make him blink.
The old rez dog laid at his feet, oblivious to the world,
chasing a squirrel by the looks of his legs twitching.
He dreamed of his youth, so many years ago,
when he had strength and good looks for the girls to see,
He would dance at the pow wows, bustle a'flyin, ...