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Being lonesome, is not being lonely,
for lonely people are lacking friends.
Lonesome people miss their
surroundings or their friends
and loved ones.
Wishing to be alone, at moments,
is looked upon, by some, as
being anti social,
when, in fact, people have
different needs or if you will,
a different tolerance of others.
Don't be surprised, if I seek
to be alone, away from you.

© Calob Photography

Morning Treats and Tweets Guided Bird Walk
Saturday, February 24 10:00 am-12:00 pm
$7 Ages 8 and up

Are you interested in learning about birding? Do you like tasty morning treats? Then this is the program for you!

Join Naturalist Ed Dominguez for a casual birding experience aimed at
beginning and intermediate birders. We will start off by filling our
mugs with hot tea or coffee and eating a doughnut. Then, we will venture
into the park to learn about the birds that call this area home.

We will provide binoculars, all you need to do is dress for the weather and bring your excitement!

When I grow up, I want to be,
all the good things you want of me,
like
considerate.

Sleep, sleep, the restful peace
of silence and darkness.

Warm winds push me away
from memories of the past,
as I escape, across the sea.
Sounds of slapping waves
as the ship brushes through
the iridescent froth,
of the sea, soothed the hurt
of my leaving you.

The days appear like serpentines,
sculpted, as if, from brass
as the nights, black curtain of darkness,
falls around us.
The moon's faint beams, of sadness,
begin to fill the voids,
except for shadows of darkness
staying the coming dawn.
Great rays of brightness, leaps from
the rising sun
and once more it is morning and
a new day has begun.

NO MATTER HOW LONG THE WINTER
spring is sure to follow.
~ PROVERB~

I know your name, better than mine.
I see it written on motel walls
or in the bottom of an empty coffee cup,
as I sit in a small diner, alone,
contemplating.

I have seen your name on billboards
or emblazoned on clouds by the
reflections from a neon sky.

In the morning, when I rise,
I see your name, in these
tired eyes, trapped within
the patchy mirror, reflecting
my morning image.

Not a day goes by,
when I don't think of you.
Not an hour passes ,
without my wanting you.
I'll love you forever,
forever and a day.
I will promise you never,
to go away,
from you.