In the Bleachers


Sunflower seeds, hot dogs, Gatorade and bubble gum;

Red dirt, Green grass, and a warm spring day;

This is where I belong.

The wind-up, the crack of the bat, and a home team rally;

Ball caps, dirt stained pants, and a favorite glove.

I love baseball.

Nine innings, three strikes,and  four balls;

Infield, outfield, and in the bleachers.


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