Don’t dis my crew

[St.Kate of the Canyon]

To the crew
Old young, men and women
Who sit in the shade
Watching and talking
Watching and laughing
Watching and silent
Watching the show that is our town
Smoking and drinking and talking some more
An occasional kerfuffle blows through like the clouds here at 7,000 feet
Moving to action (sigh, somebody’s got to help) when watching isn’t enough
This organically formed crew watches
Watches the community
Watches out for us
Pay no never-mind to the whiners and losers
I salute you as guardians and knights of this town
Warmly,
Saint Kate of the Canyon
Where the wild thing go
An accidental saint of minor miracles