Hair in a pony tail, ball cap on.

Wearin' my team colors, ready

Every so often, when evening falls
And I'm alone my mind recalls
A simpler time long, long ago.
A time when I as a younger

I drove by several times
before I recognized it
a flashback to boyhood years
hidden under high weeds
marked with rusty chain

The rite of spring now begins

Casting aside all of winter's sins

Renewal of life in all it's vigor

The season awaited with

As baseball season swings around

I listen for my favorite sound

Up steps the batter

The crowd starts to chatter

The