After dreaming all winter,
the boys of summer took the field.
Royal blue and grey against green grass
and red brown dirt,
almost looked like the pro's.

A little rusty from the seasons break,
but by the dust of the second inning,
the cobwebs had turned into an artform.

They all laughed and smiled,
even stumbled a few times.
Honestly they weren't that great,
but played for the love of the game,
and every one of them had a lot of fun.

Oh to be a kid again for a day,
to be one of the boys of summer.
How I long for those times.
I miss the love of the game.

05/16/2005