Bundled snug in withered wraps,
trembling hands and moon stained faces
turned stone defy night bitter frozen,
haunts them dare they flee.
Down, the toll piled
steadfast, high against them,
hero ghosts come say them stay
their candy cotton statues
‘midst emerald straws and
diamond sparkles tell the spring.
caps turned out, rally beckon,
prayerful hands up high awaving,
begging hope and dreams waft eternal,
least ’til all them nine have played.
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5 Replies to “Undaunted”
Well done – you let the reader explore your vivid images.
undaunted, indeed! this strikes me as a sweet way to write about hope and expectations.
Sounds like you’ve been to a White Sox game in April. Well done.
ha…i love the allusions to baseball…baseball makes a great metaphor for life to me…the rally caps…we def need them…swing away…spring…smiles….
nice…i like the images…the waiting until spring’s allowed to cheer on…ha…spring over here didn’t get the allowance so far… i hope it will spring forth soon..smiles