Baseball Dreams
I remember as
a kid
my mother gave my copy
of Frank Waldman's
"Bonus Pitcher"
to the school book fair
I had to buy it back
for a quarter
the book told the tale
of how a "bonus baby" won the respect of
those who rejected him at first
Also, it told the tale
of the Brooklyn Dodgers
defeating the Boston Red Sox
in a World Series
I have re - read the book
during hard moments in my life
Baseball defines
America
Our national pastime
is also enshrined
in the movie
"Field of Dreams"
As for myself - I only played catcher
for a short while in the Little Leagues
and cried as a kid when the Mets lost (as they usually did in
the early days)
I heard stories of ballplayers from years ago
and they still reverberate in my
in my mind
Older now - the best I could do now
is whack some softballs at the batting cages
Time wears us all down
Baseball diamonds still shine brightly
in the minds of most Americans
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