Going swimming Saturdays
At the Fish and Fiddle Inn,
Little sandy strip of beach
Just up around the bend.
Jumping off the deep end
Between boats docked at the pier.
Daring one another touch the
bottom,
Testing fear.
Happy, carefree, lazy days
Cloud my memory with haze.
Sunday afternoon,
Rock Dodger Stadium awaits.
Hurling baseballs through the air
'Til evening sun abates.
Summer, winter, didn't matter,
Not as I recall.
The only thing that changed
Was the dimensions of the ball.
Running, catching, in my prime.
How I'd love just one more time...
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