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Poetry Corner!

I AM THE SONG

I am the song that sings the bird.
I am the leaf that grows the land.
I am the tide that moves the moon.
I am the stream that halts the sand.
I am the cloud that drives the storm.
I am the earth that lights the sun.
I am the fire that strikes the stone.
I am the clay that shapes the hand.
I am the word that speaks the man.

Charles Causley

@ Harriet Wieder Regional Park…

At the best park of all…

Alfie’s a big fan of Clark Regional Park…

I love big, tall, mature trees!

I always half expect something to pop out of the haunted looking log.

The beautiful yellow sandstone of the Los Coyotes Hills…

No superbloom yet. But really pretty and green anyway.

Black-crowned night heron.

It was a beautiful spring day!

Looking across the lake.

Like I said, she’s a big fan.

A day at the races…

The beautiful art deco clubhouse, sporting a lovely new coat of paint. There is no sporting venue like this one.

Old art deco style signage.

He looks…concerned.

I got a Lava Man poster signed by Corey Nakatani (his jockey) and trainer (Doug O’Niell). Lava Man had a glorious Hall of Fame career, then retired to work in his trainer’s barn coaching the young’uns in the proper behavior. He was so effective in communicating with his charges, that he did the job of 2 or 3 people. Unbelievably cool horse.

I love this statue of Zenyatta. She was (and is) magical.

My carefully considered choice. Yes, he was the favorite. Don’t judge me. I made enough money to not dip into my own wallet until the very end of the day.

Thank you, Asada Fries, for your outstanding effort.

I love The Great Race Place!

Is there a more beautiful sports venue in the world?

Poem: The Lent Lily by A. E. Houseman

The Lent Lily

‘Tis spring; come out to ramble  
The hilly brakes around,
For under thorn and bramble  
About the hollow ground  
The primroses are found.

And there’s the windflower chilly  
With all the winds at play,
And there’s the Lenten lily  
That has not long to stay  
And dies on Easter day.

And since till girls go maying  
You find the primrose still,
And find the windflower playing  
With every wind at will,  
But not the daffodil.

Bring baskets now, and sally  
Upon the spring’s array,
And bear from hill and valley  
The daffodil away  
That dies on Easter day.

A. E. Houseman

At the Cerritos Sculpture Garden

This place is an underrated gem.

I’ve always liked this one for some reason.

The duck is unimpressed.

That looks uncomfortable.

This is supposedly a model of the statue at the top of the U. S. Capitol.

I’m a fan of the curves.

Will no one stop that marauding horrible spiky red alien. Will no one thing of the children?