I post this poem each year during the World Series ~ what better way to describe the "feel" of Fall!
When summer fun has ended
and autumn leaves begin to fall
baseball takes the center stage
for the "greatest show of all"
Frenzied fans will pack the stands
they'll scream and shout and cheer
it's time for the World Series
the best games of the year
Fans keep track on scorecards
each pitch and steal and run
fifty-four outs - nine innings
or 'till the game is done
Eyes trained on the umpire
it's three strikes and you're out!
no spit balls, scuff balls, mud balls
umps can leave no doubt
And when the games have ended
a champion has been crowned
fans know they've witnessed something,
something quite profound
For Real Toads