Baseball connects me to childhood.
Summer days with no school,
The drone of the play-by-play announcer,
The snowy screen and “rabbit ears” antenna,
With tin foil flags flying.
THE POETRY OF THE GAME
THE POETRY OF THE GAME
Baseball connects me to childhood.
Summer days with no school,
The drone of the play-by-play announcer,
The snowy screen and “rabbit ears” antenna,
With tin foil flags flying.