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Yankee Poem

The Yankees are in spring training

down in Florida.
I can feel them everyday
cracking their bats on anvils
with each warmer sunrise.

The Yankees pound quarters

out of the moon.
The Yankees knock birds out of trees
by the millions.
I can listen to them
chewing up the college squads
and minor leaguers
like wolves on a deer.
It is a thing to hear.

The snow

listens so hard it vanishes.
The pastures
clear themselves of everything
but wind.
The ponds collapse,
the ground moves.

The Yankees are heading north.

sweet poem eh? also I did use the old copy and paste move. I don’t know if thats a good or bad thing

its by Robert Lord Keyes . Thanks again from Johnny K