Take me out to the ball game
Said I to my father
The Checkered grass
The crack of bat
The roar of crowd
As someone loosed a mighty cat
A patter of rain will not dissuade
An opening day parade.
Take me out to the ball game
Said I to my son
An aged glove
The memory fades
A crackerjack
To briefly lift the foggy haze
The organ leads a charging call
Then back to earth we fall
A poem by Peter Teremi
Happy Murphy-Cam!
