They came as nine.
Perfect for this game.
Third base line seats tucked
behind the opposition dugout.
Every cheer and shout directed
at the pristine field. Five were brothers;
one by proxy. Three were cousins, close.
The ninth, a long time compatriot, a brother
of sorts; cohorts in this simple game. Hit. Catch.
Throw. Wouldn’t you know it would be so simple?
“A sky so blue, it’d hurt your eyes to look at it!”
A strand of clouds lined the outfield. Contrasting,
completing; highlighted in pinkish tones. No bones about it.
Our father was punctuating a perfect day, in “the land of the free,
and the home of the brave”. Play Ball!

Walt                                                            Photo by Aron Martinez (Coca-Cola Field Security Man)



  1. Hey Walt–couldn't resist commenting on this one.It's great to have family. Our Sunday afternoon ballgames in the front yard were formed by 4 brothers, 2 brothers-in-law and, not to be left out–2 older sisters, 2 younger sisters, my sister, Mary and me! With our neighbors, we had enough players for two teams. It was a lot of fun even though hockey took over as soon as the weather turned cold.Your photo is great!Patricia

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