Be Alert

(Picture borrowed from a Sierra Club postcard
I loved this picture of a fuzzy alert bear.)
Be alert
for computer changes that taxes our brain
or steal our ideninity
for items we have lived with all our lives
that no longer exist
for becoming hopelessly out of date
for war we don't understand
and have no idea how to fight
for those struggling to live
without technology

Be alert
for those lines of communication
that reach out across the social internet
and connect us to those we love

Be alert
for those that would tear us apart
in their savage love for their own god
that does not believe in compassion
but death for the unbeliever

Be alert
to preserve our animals, our water, our planet
in order for those coming after us can
live, eat, and love

Be alert
Be alert

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I hiked sandstone ledges
jumped over on the Toadstool
climbed in Moqui houses.
I drove cattle through towering red cliff canyons,
chased a wild steer all day
before driving him out of The Gulch.
I swam and dived off ledges at Upper Calf Creek Falls
escaped a flash flood that drove rock and logs over the ledge
and watched seven falls dropping, without us.
A truck and trailer slid backward off the Burr Trail
and rolled down nine switchbacks.
I chased wild horses in a yellow jeep near
Wild Horse Mesa in the Circle Cliffs and
looked for snakes in the Sinkhole when
camped near Wolverine and Silver Falls.
I hiked Death Hollow Trail where my grandfather fell
holding only to Old Pat's bridle. saving himself.
I swam in the Colorado River at Hole-In-The-Rock,
saw the steps the Pioneers made to lower wagons by rope,
and danced at Dance Hall Rock
I slithered and slipped through Spooky Gulch
told ghost stories by campfire
and crept back through when the moon was high
I rode Hog's Back and on to Escalante
seven school years.
I am Kanyonland King
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