When the golden sun starts spilling

Cozy warmth on everything

And the daffodils and crocus

Usher in the time of spring.

With blue skies and white clouds piling

Like a citadel on high,

Millions long cooped up by winter

Raise a single, joyous cry.

Ball games are Americana

As Star Spangled Banner’s strains.

“Let’s play ball,” rings from the cities

Echoes down the wind-swept plain.

Pruning, raking, making garden

Starts to put the heart in tune

But the really happy music

Starts the ball game afternoon.

Author Dan Hoover March 25, l962