I am from green grass, and silence

from an island within the city.

I am from the faded noise of a crowd, and the crack of a bat

from a ball screaming towards me.

I am from the heartache of a loss, and the triumph of a victory

from racing hearts, and mellowed minds...

I am from burgers on the grill, and fighting bees in the dugout

from hours at the ballpark, never wanting to leave.

I am from late night nine inning games, and early morning report times

from long, frigid winters, and short, steamy summers.

I am from fractured shoulders, and renewed spirits

from open minds, and loving hearts…

I am from green grass, and silence

from an island within the city.