No merrily round the bases today
Tho this November day
is May warm & calm
The sign on the gate locked states:
The ballfields are closed for the season
And will reopen in the Spring
(the 'and' is quite hopeful)
The merry-go-round in the distance
still
goes around
And for the lone fowl
in centerfield standing
And for me on the bench sitting
it's still a season to play
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem