Monday, March 30, 2026

Baseball

 Baseball


 

The thrill of opening day

We're finally on our way

On the field of dreams

As the crowd screams

Hanging on every pitch

I got the playoff itch

I can recall

Every strike and ball

Sometimes I wish I could fire

The umpire

Baseball is a fair game

Twenty seven outs

To each the same

Some we’ll win

And some we’ll lose

Just come October

I want good news

Golden gloves

And everybody loves

A homerun

When it’s over

It seems like it just begun

Through winter’s snow

Don’t you know

I vividly recall

All

Baseball

POLISHED FRAGMENTS

Poet To The Poor


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