Thursday, July 15, 2010

First Base
I make a pilgrimage to find an old foul ball
My bat twisted sideways under a twilight sky,
Hit many years ago, over the bleachers out of a sandlot field
I search for what I can't find
I'll make life fair, I'll hold the ball one last time

1 comment:

Old Ollie said...

Cool - kids don't play baseball anymore. What are the "moments" for modern kids: the time they got 517 kills in Halo?