Are housed in summer’s delight. <br />Parks tower toward the sky <br />And stretch out for city blocks; <br />Restaurants, vendors spinning like tops. <br /> <br />We still have Golden Oldies, <br />Boston Fenway’s Green Monster Wall. <br />Cincinnati Red’s Great American Ball Park <br />Opening this year, right before fall. <br /> <br />63,480 fans can watch <br />The San Diego Padre’s team. <br />And Chicago Cubs Wrigley Field <br />Saw lights at night-their latest yield. <br /> <br />Five parks draped with artificial turf; <br />Pools, rivers, close by able to surf. <br /> <br />Parks dawn names <br />Of America’s favorite brew: <br />Busch Stadium, Coors Field, <br />Miller Park-some old, some new. <br /> <br />Minute Maid Park houses the Astros of Houston; <br />Tropicana Field splashes Florida’s Devil Rays; <br />The orange container or the white one; <br />Healthy drink, night out of fun. <br /> <br />The House built by Ruth, <br />Yankee Stadium, <br />The best comes at last, <br />Since its construction,80 years have past. <br /> <br />Inside these fences <br />Bloomed joy, sometimes gloom, <br />History, baseball’s future, <br />And America’s thrill. <br />A step up to the plate, <br />Our past-time does fill.<br /><br />Carol D. Meeks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/boys-of-summer/
