Its my home
my family,my friend.
Where the grass grows pistachio green.
Where I hope to have career,
a long term goal to fulfill my dreams.
A place were tears are shed of joy, sorrow, and pain.
A place with a distinctive screech of the new metal spikes.
Dirty as the dirty 30's, a place with stains, seeds, and hot dogs.
A place where the clang of the bat tells everything. This if home to me.
I dedicate this poem to Bulldog Baseball