HOW MUCH IS THAT DOGGIE IN THE WINDOW!

AUTUMN"S CALL

Where have they gone: the Cobbs,

Mantles and Ruths?

They were the heroes of our youth.

As children we use to play on sandlot

stadiums; those carefree days.

We would strike that ball, and run

those bases, with cheers in our heads

and smiles on our faces.

Our evenings were filled with tall

tales and soda pop, as we hung out

by the barbershop.

The old men sat on boxes with their

favorite chew, and told us stories

about the Yankees and old sweet Lou.

Those days of childhood frivolity have

stalled, for we must face autumn's call.

by bluesbrown