Roaring
Remembering
boyhood trips
along paved ribbons
just the four of us:
my cousin,
my older brother,
our father
and me.
A
love of baseball
and
our shared moments
spent traveling
to Tiger stadium
where we’d watch
“Sweet” Lou Whitaker,
Gibby, and the rest
of those blessed boys
as they
swung their bats
during 1984′s
long, hot,
championship summer.
This poem was written/submitted by Steve O\'Connor.
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