God’s green cathedrals
My ticket in hand
The warm smell of summer
As I climb to the stands
Ne’er a perfect day does exist
In the scheme of it all
Than a day at the park
To enjoy baseball
The ritual of peanuts
A dog and a beer
Satisfies fans
As they holler and cheer
The signs and the chatter
The game in the game
It’s one against one
Till one captures fame
The wind-up, the pitch
Each inning anew
A couple of foul balls
And now it’s strike two
A lazy fly ball
Off the crack of the bat
The glare of the sun
Has the outfielder trapped
The first of the plays
But the player’s on first
And before he feels safe
He’s given to burst
The defense is ready
And covering the field
But the player on first
Has broke to a steal
He digs in his spikes
Head down for the race
And flops in the dirt
Wraps his arms round the base
The thrill of the diamond
Between the chalked lines
Echoes with legend
Our favorite pastime
The roar of the crowd
For the love of the game
Take me to the park
On Opening Day
Greg Morton 
Beautiful…. Love the description of the stolen base….
Thank you!!! I thought poetry in motion could use a little poetry. 🙂