Regular Skeleton this weekend, Friday and Sunday. Sunday took a young friend. Trails getting more crowded. Lots of graffiti as expected. A couple of rangers told me if I find any last names, let them know, because they have resources that I lack to track these clowns down.
The loveliest of trees, the Redbud now
Is hung with flame along the bough.
Poised along the Canyon trail
They make the very sunset pale.
Now of my 80 years (I pray)
Sixty will not come my way.
Take from three score years a score
Only leave me twenty more
And since to look at things in bloom
Twenty springs is little room
To the Canyon then I came
To see the Redbud hung with flame.
Apologies to A.E.Housman,
Is hung with flame along the bough.
Poised along the Canyon trail
They make the very sunset pale.
Now of my 80 years (I pray)
Sixty will not come my way.
Take from three score years a score
Only leave me twenty more
And since to look at things in bloom
Twenty springs is little room
To the Canyon then I came
To see the Redbud hung with flame.
Apologies to A.E.Housman,
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