Thank you, Margie ... being in the autumn of my life ... "home plate" looks a little closer ... :)
I gardened public places for 35 years and dealt with lots of really excitable sports people. I found your poem romantic, calming and triumphant.
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.
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.
I've had that same sensation ... we Know each other ... :)
An empty fairgrounds would be a sad place, were it not for the wildflowers.
yes ... I drive by it now and then ... it contains more than one benchmark in my life ...
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