Somewhere in the world is born such a day as this * Silence Washed amber-gold Softly warms fleeing shadows Hazed by mists And awakens the soul To breath deep the morn Rendering heaven of earth before the eye To bind in this moment apart The heart Such the poetry of...

On our way intoSanta Anita one day,an old man had tippedover in his wheelchair.There was a pool of bloodbeneath his smooth head.I was with my Dad.He was around the sameage as the poor injured man.I was 12.Seeing that man,...