Winter snow may blanket the land,
But I think of Spring, a time so grand.
Baseball, for me, is the first sign,
The crack of the bat, a sound divine.
Pitchers and catchers have reported to work,
That Cubs fan is bragging, oh what a jerk.
Fastballs and sliders, curveballs too.
Peanuts and popcorn, bubblegum to chew.
Florida and ‘Zona are the places to be,
If baseball is what you want to see.
Players take the field, the crowds cheer,
Hoping their team will win this year.
Free agents, rookies look to impress,
The final roster is anyone’s guess.
Spring is a time for getting fit,
Work on that swing, get a big hit.
Polish that fastball, work on your curve,
Stare down the batters with a steely nerve.
Baseball means that winter is done,
Now take the field and have some fun.