Welcome Baseball, Welcome Spring

Welcome Baseball,
Welcome Spring,
Welcome back old memories
That the new season brings.
Of white cotton dress shirts
On a warm Summer’s day
And rooting on our victors;
For with passion they played.

From transistor radios
Amidst the grandstands roar
Came the voices of Barber, Prince and Scully;
Recounting the score.
It’s the bottom of the ninth
And through the late afternoon haze,
We catch one passing peek of our heroes,
Clemente, Aaron and Mays.

With one mighty swing
Our fortunes now fly,
As the white ball ascends
Across that late afternoon sky.
We’re rounding the corner,
We’re headed for home,
One side cheering victory with many;
Another tasting defeat all alone.

So, Welcome Baseball,
Welcome Spring,
Welcome back old memories
That the new season brings.
And recall a time,
When every boy’s game,
Was played on sandlots and school yards,
For that Eternal Summer, shall never wane.

By Dino Guarino

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