If I Could Write

If I could write
A poem
I would write one with random
Thoughts trying to speak with the
Heart but it's hard to reach out
Importance, mediocre, antonyms
Blah blah blah,
Broken record.........
The World Series is on.

I am my Fathers Son

I am my fathers son

One of the lucky ones

To have a dad to look up too

Not just to look up too

For there are many things to be proud of

 

I am my fathers son

I love to read and write

I love to aggravate with humor

And argue the meaning of meanings

 

I am my fathers son

With a love of baseball

And a dark blight

I go off into night

To ponder the meaning of the light

 

I am my fathers son

If I can be half the dad

To my future son

Or daughter

Than I would be doing

The world a favor

For we all need dads

I am blessed to be

My fathers son

www.tumblr.com -

An Ode to Baseball

The crack of the bat

The ball that goes splat

Caught in the glove

That is that

 

Americas pastime

It is sublime

Three strikes your out

Root root for the home team

 

The green diamond

The dirt track

Home is all the sweeter

When you get back

 

This is our game

This is our fame

Nine innings

Makes the best thing

wdwdailynews.com