Rising ever gently, above life’s frantic pace,
Sound of Nature stirring, her music softly plays,
Notes, each sweetly ringing, fresh tidings of new grace,
With morn, the darkness fleeing, her flowers kiss His face.
~ D.F.
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Rising ever gently, above life’s frantic pace,
Sound of Nature stirring, her music softly plays,
Notes, each sweetly ringing, fresh tidings of new grace,
With morn, the darkness fleeing, her flowers kiss His face.
~ D.F.
"People ask me what I do in the winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring."
~ Rogers Hornsby
A passionate baseball fan blog celebrating America's favorite pastime.
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