A BASEBALL DREAM

                                                                                                       
           A BASEBALL DREAM    



 On a farm he grew up, the early days of the game,   



 A bat of his own was made from a tree that stood alone.    



 He had a name for his bat, a certain magic it contained,



                                                                      
 Circumstances would get in the way, a dream put aside.



                                                                        
 Disappeared without a trace until he arrived on a day,



 His special bat carried in hand, this was to be his last 
 Chance.


 For only a moment he would stand beneath the lights,


  
 A baseball dream before he faded into the night.


              Keith Garrett

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