Desert Courtesy Out where the canyons stretch wide and free, Where the only sounds should be wind and the bee, We walked the rocks with a curious eye, Chasing old stories beneath the desert sky. Then came a crack (or more) from a distant ridge, A little reminder to cross that bridge. A warning shot sent our way through the air, A lesson in manners that nobody shared. The desert is vast, there’s room for us all, No need to play cowboy or act ten feet tall. So keep your aim pointed somewhere else, please— The rocks have enough holes without help from these. We’ll keep exploring, but one thing is clear: Respect the land… and the people who are near.