Green Monster
Someone there is that loves the Green Monster
That wants to sit upon the wall and holler
I thought of this in Nineteen Seventy-Five
Forty-three years later my day has arrived
Thirty-seven feet is a lofty perch
Baseball viewing: No better spot on Earth
Dollars and cents can’t account the days-worth
The grand old game is a priceless treasure
A game by which there is no clock to measure
The game proceeds for nine innings per match
A unique quality that true fans grasp
Played in parks all shiny and new; also
Hallowed grounds from which history abounds
Fans argue about which venue is best
I simply say, “Good walls make good ballparks”
August 15, 2019
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