A Thanksgiving Poem to Baseball

"Here's to the little kid in all of us"

I’m  enjoying a visit with my family this week so I’m taking the Thanksgiving holiday a little early.  Here’s a poem that can easily be construed as one of  thanksgiving when looking back over the years and realizing how important baseball has been in my  life.

                                                   Dreams and Things        

• If you had told me way back then
• That baseball diamonds filled with men
• Would somehow make my life a den
• Of hopes and dreams and acumen
• I doubt I would have listened.

• That memories from way back then
• of Mickey Mantle, Willie Mays,
• Of Whitey Ford and double plays
• Would somehow make my older days
• Much better than my childhood

• If only I’d have known
• The part that Casey at the Bat would play
• In forming memories that stay
• Through years of doubt and come what may,
• I would have paid attention.

• I would have done things differently
• Instead of wasting time on things
• That matter not what’s happening
• To others in the World that brings
• Much misunderstanding.

• I look back now on all those years
• And find I’m easily amused
• To think of how my time was used,
• As those around me were excused
• As though they really mattered.

• When in the end I realize
• The things that matter most in life
• Are those that bring fond memories,
• Of people, places, food and things,
• Of God and family gatherings,

• And Casey at the Bat.

Ronni Redmond, Copyright 2011

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