Thursday, March 17, 2011

Spring Comes to America

Saw it today - the first pickup ball game of the year.

Spring comes to America

Almost imperceptibly the days
Have lengthened and the sky has grown more blue.
Unclipped forsythia tangles in a blaze
Of gold; bright jonquils shine, and crocus too,
Amidst the paler shades of blooming trees:
The pinks and whites of apple, cherry, pear,
And darker redbud in the pastel seas
Of tossing blossomed limbs so lately bare.
Grass reborn spreads its imperial jade
In carpets envied by a monarch's throne,
And birds from dawn to dusk sing out their hearts.
And in each town some space is found or made
For that sure sign that winter's truly flown:
With that first pitch, at last the summer starts.

(by me)

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At 9:34 AM, March 18, 2011 Anonymous Kathie had this to say...

As they shout immediately following "brave" in the national anthem -- "Play Ball!!!"


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