by Hilary Barta
Seats are dandy, a mile down from third
In the stands, way up high like a bird
In your eye-line, revealed
City skyline, green field
It’s so grand that you smile, feelings stirred.
Seats are dandy, a mile down from third
In the stands, way up high like a bird
In your eye-line, revealed
City skyline, green field
It’s so grand that you smile, feelings stirred.