That Glorious Sound
Every kid loves to hear that glorious sound The crack that echoes around the playground A young boy just swung his tightly gripped bat Like lightning he runs leaving behind his blue hat
Right off it's a home run for this newly formed team Friends shouting, hardly believing what they've just seen Running past each base we can hear this young lads dreams Hey dad, someday I'm going to be on the big league teams
Author Eileen Clark 2023
Copyright © Eileen Clark | Year Posted 2023
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