Returning Home (A Past Experience)

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