St. Andrews Priory. Our 4H club has gotten permission to
catch goldfish from the priory ponds. Using corn for bait we catch
hundreds. The fish are to be prizes at the ping pong toss, the 4H
club has a booth at this years carnival. Twenty kids fishing with
sticks and strings, the fish are free less the cost of the corn.

Night time brings a new ambience to the Priories pious
overtone. Japanese lanterns hang from the trees, water cascades
down from the many fountains, a polka band loosens up the crowd. By
day a somber oasis a retreat run by monks, some having taking a vow
of silence for life.

Withdrawing into the desert, looking back at the lights
and sounds. Sharing the twilight with one of the 4H girls out of
view of people or parents. The smell of her clean ironed blouse of
freshly scrubbed skin, trying and lying to touch what I cannot see.
Subtle sighs mingle with the sound of accordions, anxiety to
anxious she becomes the aggressor, check mate two moves.