Ode to the Lijiang Amusement Park   Countless of years, you've been standing here Rusting, aging with dignity How many children have not laughed with delight as they rode the rusty train around the little concrete garden?     How many proud tears did not trickle down wet cheeks when you finally stood in there newbuilt splendour? How many happy hours have not the children of China spent playing here, in the embrace of the Children's Palace?     The train now stands still, it has not moved for years the old ticket woman still sits in the booth remembering the golden years of the amusement park The laughter no longer rises from the Children's Palace The kids have grown up, skating in the pay-per-hour skating rink to the blast of cracked speakers, where once they did morning gymnastics     And poor Mao on the other side of the center square still trying to reach out to the proud Naxi pair set in stone in front of the communal building the one with a rubble for porch and blue sky for roof by Joel Westerberg