Diamonds glitter in the springtime sun, grass grows green under noon-time fun. People gather, front and rear, see the man who shows no fear. He stands alone at a plate called home, facing a man who pitches alone. Behind, in front, he knows the rules, it’s not just a game, he’s nobody’s fool. Long ball …
Author Archives: Roger Zimmerman
The Threat of Rain
Hello empty page. Hello empty mind. Hello empty bedroom, Hello empty time. Hello on the inside, how are you today? I fear I hear an echo, have you gone away? Hello Mister Grandeur, Hello Mister Plain. Hello Mister Please-Don’t-Touch, who is there to blame? Hello Mister Icicle, Hello Mister Heat, Hello Mrs. Wonderful, would you …