A game of catch stretched
from yard to yard. 
The kids in the neighborhood,
all came to stand in line,
a chance to take part.
A football, and a Dad
as quarterback calling the shots.
The have and have nots
were all-star receivers.
Short to the trees.
Out near the bushes.
Long near the house next door.
The little guys made the trees.
Most went for the bushes.
I’d look to Dad and he’d wink.
That meant only one thing.
Don’t let the ball hit the house.
It rarely ever did. Go long.



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