Game Time
Smells of cheese curds, the shouts for beer.
The man looks everywhere, and a kid shouts over here.
This must be a sacred moment, as I stop to buy a doughnut
I look around and see the pitcher on his mound.
I signal for us to head to the bleachers,
this is our classroom, the woodchucks our teachers.
Copyright © Tiffany Julius | Year Posted 2009
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