The Game

It’s the great American pass time that will never die, The thundering sport called baseball, as the grand Old flag waves in the breeze, of everlasting freedom above The sacred stadium on opening day! It’s the roaring of the exploding crowds, as their team Players are called out by name, from the dug-outs of The futures unknown hall of fame! The birthing of a brand new season as the first ball Is tossed out, by the celebrity guest, and the umpire Screams, those wondrous words, LETS PLAY BALL! It’s the sounding crack at the bat, by heroes of legendary Status, champion defenders of their hometown pride, These athletes of speed, agility, and epic skill! Within their uniforms of fame, these iconic players Are ready for the game to begin, in this arena of Liberation’s legion of winners, the phrase home run Says it all, on the scoreboard screen of reality! In the stadium you can smell the blending of the familiar Aroma’s the freshly cut grass, human sweat, and Excitements anticipation building to a feverous pitch! The grandstands hawker’s, yelling out loud, their famous Words of wetted appetites endurance, “popcorn, peanuts, Get your red hots here.” These gentlemen pitchers with their own throwing rights Of fames classification, tossing tempting wares, towards The eager hands of their hungry patrons! The thundering fans begin their stomping, clamoring For their favorite teams, human waves of domination, Cheering on the band stands battle field, within the Bleachers of sacred historical fame! It’s as American, as grandma’s secret recipe for apple pie, This blazing sport that we hold so close within our inner souls, Pledging allegiance before the red, white and blue, In this nation of freedom and liberty! What a glorious field of dreams this sport of champions, Creating heroic figures for generations to look up to, The game shall live on within these living titan giants, As long as the American flag, remains this nations Sacred symbol of ultimate liberation! So let us all rejoice in the game, cheering on our home teams, With great prides respect, let the popcorn, peanuts, and Red hots wrangler, never give up his famous yell, For we are all Americans, enjoying this sport of champions! BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN Dedicated to my favorite vendor at work, Whom inspired this poem with his version Of the grandstand hackers famous yell, Popcorn, peanuts and get your red hots here! Thanks again my friend John J. Stachowicz, cheri your honored fan!