By Gary Gillette
O! Hear me mighty
Bards of pastime poesy.
Spring spits in our face.
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Posted 4/7/09
By Gary Gillette
O! Hear me mighty
Bards of pastime poesy.
Spring spits in our face.
.
Posted 4/7/09
by Doug Fahrendorff
April
Warm weather returns
Like a long-absent friend
Opening day
Last season’s disappointments
Forgotten
Expectations high
For the new season
Will this finally be
Next year.
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Posted 4/6/09
by Doug Fahrendorff
Yesterday
At school
Far from the sun-splashed fields
Of Florida and Arizona
Spring training began
Two boys
Dressed in down jackets
And boots
Against the March wind
Began a game of catch
Near the fence
At the far end
Of the tennis courts
I watched them
Tossing the ball
Back and forth
At times lunging awkwardly
To glove errant throws
Jump-starting spring for me
As certainly as the robins
I’d seen that morning
In my front yard.
Posted 2/25/2009
by James Finn Garner
Winter’s been raw as a campout in Banff.
Your new basement walls are moldy and damp.
Your drapes caught fire from a knocked over lamp—
Relax!
Pitchers and catchers are reporting to camp.
Your check-writing hand’s developed a cramp,
Your bills are all due and you ain’t got a stamp,
Creditors cling to your neck like a clamp—
Smile!
Pitchers and catchers are reporting to camp.
Your yard now faces a new freeway ramp.
Your son’s engaged to a gold-digging tramp.
Your “guitar hero” neighbor’s just bought a new amp—
Life is good!
Pitchers and catchers are reporting to camp.
Reposted 2/13/20089