Midland Park

The Midland Park is a small tract of land dominated by tall trees. It also has a very spacious county library. This is oftentimes beautiful, but the benches do get wet. And the trees are not an unusual sight in the Pacific Northwest, so the appeal of such a park is therefore reduced. Also, this is the size of a backyard, of a well off person, but a backyard nonetheless.
Going here was somewhat interesting. The park actually does border some backyards because of the adjacent neighborhood. The library is nice because reading and nature are a good combination, also that the library offers a drinking fountain in place of the park’s fauna. It’s library could be bigger in square footage than the park’s fauna. I liked the idea of a library in a forested park when I saw it in Hillsboro, and I like that here.
Midland Park adds a nice touch to the neighborhood.

Things aren’t quite as they seem
Outside my domain
He can’t know about everything
Only sunshine and rain
You wonder why I come here
With nose to the path
Where else can I be cured
Than Jane Baker’s living lab
I’ve already made my request
Library hold
As long as I wait my turn
Midland forest and fiction
Avoid pesticides
A dog to protect
That claims she’s free
Just around the corner
Half a mile of heaven
Small enough to roam through
Urban imperfection
Baby, I can drag you into these weeds
These southeast retreats
And these mongrels to bear
With which we live
Just around the corner
Half a mile of heaven
Small enough to roam through
Urban imperfection
Darling, run quickly
Keep up the pace
For my prayers are to outrun squirrels in the rat race
Cock Robin reminiscing