Baseball and Poetry Have Gone Steady for Years

From April till fall
You follow the bouncing white ball
Your team is set to go all the way.
They fall short of the series
You have a case of the “wearies”
And need as break from the game
But when Christmas bells jingle
You feel that old tingle
And you’re ready for more of the same.
It will be hot dogs for dinner
Six months of heaven, a winner
Yes, Baseball has always been it.
You would amaze all your friends
If they knew to what ends
You’d go for a little old hit.
The best times you’re had
Have been with your Mom and your Dad
And a bat and a ball and a glove.

From the first time you played
Till the last time you prayed
It’s been a simple matter of love.

We’ve been the bastion of
Freedom…

The light which keeps the free world
Aglow.

We do not covet the possessions of
Others, we are blessed with the
Bounty we share.

We have rushed to help other
Nations…anything…anytime…
Anywhere.

War is just not our nature…we
Won’t start, but we will end the fight.

If we are involved we shall be
Resolved to protect what we know is
Right.

We’ve been challenged by a
Cowardly foe who strikes and then
Hides from our view.

With one voice we say there’s no
Choice today, there is only one
Thing to do.

Everyone is saying the same thing
And praying that we end these
Senseless moments we are living.

As our fathers did before, we shall
Win this unwanted war.

As our children will enjoy the
Future, we’ll be giving.