Through a concrete gate opening
the green field revealed itself.
I remember the white lines too.
Organ music smells hotdog smiles.
Dad held my hand as we floated
to our seats and Curt Flood threw
me a ball and it knocked over a
Beer. Splash! Some got us wet.
The game was crawling as I
watched peanuts fly by and fans
pass down some money, man.
“YO! GETCHA BEER HERE! ” and
Bob Gibson hit some poor guy
and the guy limped to first.
We all sang baseball! And the
next thing I knew we were all
floating to our cars and I slept
on the way home. I heard sirens.
the typical scene at and after..it happens everywhere!
the past remebering...so nice and also it's written professionaly good!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Woah nice interesting way u relate d sporty narrative. So were they police sirens? Hey n pls answer my riddles poem.