100 Years of Shonto        A historical gem in the heart of the Navajo Reservation in Northern Arizona.

 

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Hearing at Night

By: Samantha

     I hear dogs barking at the full moon.  Coyotes howling. The train on the tracks. Scary things scratching or bumping into the wall outside of my house in the middle of the night. Dogs running on the rocks around the house.

      I see green, tall, short, fat, skinny trees. Tall, sandy, flat hills. Brown, yellow, white, black, fat, skinny dogs. Sand-color houses. Tall power lines. Fat, green, light-brown, skinny bushes. Long, short, dusty dirt roads. Brown, black, white horses. Yellow, skinny, puffy, fat cats.  Brown-white, black-white cows.  White, fat, puffy, skinny, old, young sheep wandering around eating bushes or plants. Different color vehicles on the road or parked by their house. Different sizes of people riding bikes, walking and driving.

 I smell my mom cooking fried chicken with delicious spinach, yummy vegetables.

My mom’s perfume that smells like bubble gum. My mom cleaning the house Clorox, and 409 spray, that smells like hospital. My nephew’s dirty, smelly diaper that smells like barf. My nephew’s baby lotion, and baby shampoo that smells like pretty flowers.

      I can taste the sand in my mouth and the mud in my mouth which tastes good. I can taste the tea in my mouth which it is really hot and it tastes good.

       I can feel my clothes touching my legs and body. I can feel the wind blowing on my face. Dogs jumping on my back. Cat’s purring and scratching my legs.

 

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