I came to your spirit home 
today, my brother.
A white wooden cross
Stands by the road,
Grows out of gathered stone,
Honors your peace,
Faces the beautiful mountains,
Sangre de Christos,
Always so clear and bright
After time spent with you.

Coyotes came to your spirit home 
today, my brother.
Circling, they sang
 One of your songs,
Singing for all the children.
Today was your dance,
You were everywhere!
I miss you,  Antelope,
my brother.