I am  dirty and dusty. Full of nature and trees. I am up high and hard to get to.
I keep the heat out in the summer and I keep the warm air in durinng the winter.
I have been burnt and coverd by smoke.

 I can see far across the land looking down at the vally.
I see my friends as they climb down latters to go on a the hunt for food.
The wemon stay behind with the young boys and girls to do chors.
they light a fire and trust me to keep the warmth of the fire inside.

the men return , the wemon cook...