A Day At A Game

Buying peanuts and cracker jacks
and not worrying if they ever get back
are words that you might hear,
in that baseball park
that is never dark
and has such energy in the air.

Programs here!
or souvenirs here!
is what you might here someone yell,
along with baseball hats
and baseball bats
there’s so much they try to sell.

While watching the game you love
with your baseball glove
you just find yourself waiting there
for that home run hit
to where you sit
it’s the perfect souvenir.

A day at the game
is never the same,
you’ll always see something new,
so take a day
to get away
Americas favorite pastime waits for you.

This poem was written/submitted by Robert Arthur Miller.