When Spring Really Arrives
On every tree, the branches bare
No leaves, no green, no life shows there.
Every building in my sad town
Wears a snowy, slushy crown.
I know beneath the snow and cold
The earth lies dormant, patient, bold.
How I long for Spring’s arrival
and a spiritual revival.
Few sights can make you feel so grand
As the first flower to make a stand.
Nor are there words that sound so sweet
as “pitchers and catchers report this week.”
Wonderful!
Thank you.
Beautiful poem… for an event that doesn’t sound beautiful at all! Why does the best sport in the world start with something called “Pitchers and Catchers Report”? That’s probably the least exciting name in all of sports (if you don’t count sponsored titles like the “Poulan Weedeater Independence Bowl” and the “Waste Management Phoenix Open”).
Agreed. “Pitchers and catchers report” also opens up the door to a host of potential nouns with which to finish the sentence. “Pitchers and catchers report a slow-down on the inbound East Shoreway.” “Pitchers and catchers report that Sanders has taken the lead in South Carolina polling.” “Pitchers and catchers report live from the Pope’s visit to Mexico.” Truly, the words open a world of possibilities.