Winter Is Upon Us Poem by John F. McCullagh

Winter Is Upon Us



Winter is upon us
The crowds all melt away
The Yanks clear out their lockers
for an unwelcome holiday.

This winter will be longer
than the winter just before
Some teammates will be leaving
Maybe breaking up the core.

I'm certain Jeter will return
to chase three thousand hits.
Jorge's under contract
so I'm sure that he won't sit.

Andy Pettite still can pitch
but there's doubt that he'll return
and Rivera's just turned Forty-
does the will to win still burn?

He alone unbeaten
by the Texas Rangers core
Though Moreland got a hit or two
he didn't yield a score.

Has Sandman played for the last time
If so, It's no disgrace.
Before him lies the Hall of Fame
but who will take Mo’s place? ? ? ? ?

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