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His face holds longing
Wanting, anticipating
the moment a hero
stands next to home
plate, focusing, swinging
hopefully slugging that
small white ball in his
direction, perhaps
if he is lucky, to be
caught in the stands
with this very same
Los Angeles
Dodgers
cap
For now, he sits
waiting
Seats, empty
Open hopes
Next season
may be
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This is sweet and beautiful longing...
cute boy.
hope that you have fun!
love your sentiments here...
way to go.
Posted by: Jingle | October 05, 2010 at 12:49 PM
Don't we all long to see the Dodgers winning next season.
The photo is priceless.
Posted by: Wanda | October 05, 2010 at 05:18 PM
next season; the baseball mantra
ROG, ABC Wednesday team
Posted by: Roger Green | October 05, 2010 at 06:02 PM
Ah, how sweet!
Posted by: Tumblewords | October 05, 2010 at 06:37 PM
Once upon a time I felt that way about the San Francisco Giants. A loooong time ago! The feeling is universal and well captured in your photo and verse.
Posted by: Granny Smith | October 06, 2010 at 06:10 PM
What a beautiful poem to accompany that picture. He's the very image of longing.
Posted by: Cheryl | October 07, 2010 at 04:02 AM