Rocks crunched beneath my feet
As I walked
Up the path,
Lined with tall, faded green grasses,
Yuccas and mesquites,
Leading up to
A scenic overlook
Of the lake
At Elephant Butte.
Somewhere in the
Wild, untamed desert wilderness
People say there's
A cemetery, where
Eleven children are buried
Long ago for reasons unknown,
But I, nor anyone else,
Can find it.
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