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Outside he walks 
along the streets 
where a legend was born 
and lived in his hometown
of Baltimore
Yes, none other than Babe Ruth

Standing there alone 
in front of his birth place
he daydreams into the past 
of how it once was
and how it is now 
but more of how it was

The poet's memory
is focus and he 
hear's the roar 
of the crowd at the stadium 
cheering on their home team

But the cheers stands 
for more than just a game
played to him they represented
the establishment for their city 
of Baltimore

He walks along the streets 
daydreaming of the stepball 
games he use to play in 
and watching the girls 
playing jacks in front 
of the house on the stone steps
Yes, the children laughter 
reminds him of how it use 
to be

Waking in the morning
to the smell of scraphle 
served over eggs
A tradition without an end
The poet's memory focus, 
he recalls once being a native 
of Baltimore

He daydreams of the peddlers
riding down the streets
Horses pulling their wagons
full with the hometown famous 
foods for sell 
Crates and baskets
full of all kinds of sea foods 

Crabs cooked and steamed,
sometimes brewed in pots 
of beer, shrimps raw 
and cooked, plenty of fish 

Yes, a grand place to him 
where his pride stands out
The city teaches him he 
is welcome
as they prepare their feast 
for the people to buy 
and enjoy

The past insist to surface 
on his return home
Memories of what once was 
and what is now but more of 
what was then

Looking into his past 
where  his roots lies
He didn't forget his strolls 
along the Harbor there forever 
resting Fort Mc Henry
there caresses in the warmth 
of Spring a fortress 
once protected by it's cannons
The site memories of home

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