Baseball Poem by Richard Wlodarski
Baseball
I remember
Timid child
Running wild
Baseball diamond
Strike ball hit home run
Called such a foul
Tears then and now
Hahahahaha funny but beautiful moment to remember back to that time...is it? i imagining you crying hahahha...the fun is there when it was long time ago when we were children and everything is all about fun and innocent!
Fun and innocence, Soul. And sometimes, bittersweet memories. Thank you for your insightful positive feedback.
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4/25/2024 3:49:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Dillip, so many many thanks for finding this poem and including it in your favourites. The Kerouac Project hadn't been born yet. It's a perfect poem for inclusion.