Play Ball
Ahh, the boys of summer are back,
Getting ready for some baseball to play.
And while I wish I could join them out there,
That dream has long past from another day.
Yet I know I'll watch the games often,
Looking to glimpse some memories of old.
Since my love of the game is deep seeded,
As home runs and no-hitters are told.
Being a lifelong fan of the game,
I've enjoyed the history & growth to maintain.
While it has evolved and gone through some changes,
Its roots have essentially stayed the same.
The growth seen in the game has been global,
As many countries now enjoy the sport & teams.
While millions are entertained by watching,
Allowing escape from the hardships and regimes.
Through the popular attraction that's grown,
It's become big business with dollars to match.
But I'll always enjoy the simple pleasures,
Whether it's a stolen base, or someone making a great catch.
Copyright © Timothy Mattson | Year Posted 2023
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