Thursday, June 5, 2014

Home Plate

   


                              ... autumn / driving by the empty fairgrounds

                                                           ... the baseball field / the silent dugout ... my first kiss

                                      ... now ... wildflowers cover home plate





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    1. Thank you, Margie ... being in the autumn of my life ... "home plate" looks a little closer ... :)

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  2. I gardened public places for 35 years and dealt with lots of really excitable sports people. I found your poem romantic, calming and triumphant.

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    1. That sounds like a lovely way to spend one's working years ... I'm so glad this poem spoke to you ... Thank you for your sweet comment.

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  3. Single memories really can blossom into a whole array of thoughts. This poem is both poignant and thoughtful. Somehow I felt as if I knew you when you were twelve yet we have never met.

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    1. I've had that same sensation ... we Know each other ... :)

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  4. An empty fairgrounds would be a sad place, were it not for the wildflowers.

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    1. yes ... I drive by it now and then ... it contains more than one benchmark in my life ...

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