There is Diversity
Plaid shirt man and blonde girlfriend,
Look like they walked off a country music album.
A wheelchair with a gentleman in it,
his family member crouching down.
Two girls with a protective Daddy.
You, over there, mingling with the crowd,
Come join me; I’ll share my “treat.”
Boy almost tipped over,
bending down folded in half.
The yellow and black shirted
Security Guard wears a helmet.
He rides the circumference
of the race track, on bike.
The gate and track area is crowded
before the trucks get revved up.
The two men with white caps look
Like they belong at golf tournament.
The loud speaker announcer makes
the crowd go wild,
Whistling and shouting.
Later, the radio announcer cracks jokes,
He “eggs” some of the audience to respond
with “Hoots and “Holler’s.”
Oldest daughter takes boys into
grandstand seating, for a price.
While I, Nana, sit in the wagon,
Munching on funnel cake,
powdered sugar sprinkled.
Guarding and observing,