The patter of baseballs
hitting gloves,
the sun reappearing
at length,
a flock of Robins
ply the outfield
before a dutiful plot
of boys
begin the arduous task
of measuring excellence.
THE POETRY OF THE GAME
THE POETRY OF THE GAME
The patter of baseballs
hitting gloves,
the sun reappearing
at length,
a flock of Robins
ply the outfield
before a dutiful plot
of boys
begin the arduous task
of measuring excellence.