Fair Fenway

Fair Fenway

In Boston town, where history trod,
Last night the fickle baseball god
Looked down on fair Fenway.
Game 6, the Sox and Cards came to play
Redbirds hoping to stay one more day.
The park was filled with the hometown crowd
Whose joy was felt, good and loud,
Overflowing in fair Fenway.
A final strike,the Red Sox won, first time in 100 years,
The entire state erupted into World Series victory cheers-
Elation in fair Fenway.
So the St Louis Cards take their blooper reel
Home to Missouri where sad fans feel
There’s more to prove in fair Fenway.

So dear Boston, stand tall and true,
As Cardinal red stands tall with you.
Because on an April day at the seasons start,
You showed us courage and gave us heart
And we all became
Boston Strong
Outside of fair Fenway.

*** Paying off a bet I made with @TheWanderinPoet-congratulations to the Red Sox – and there is always next year, St Louis. Go Cardinals 2014!

2 thoughts on “Fair Fenway

  1. Reblogged this on Andy Kaufman's Kavalkade Krew and commented:
    I won a bet with @everettpoetry who blogs here on The Course of Our Seasons. Boston won the World Series! She has penned a lovely poem. So I have a quick one off.

    Lovely poem.

    The Curse of the Bambino

    Ruth Strode In
    Pointed to Right
    Took Mighty Swing
    With All His Might
    Called His Shots
    Lived His Life
    To Bad It Was
    In Yankee Pinstripes!

  2. Lovely poem.

    The Curse of the Bambino

    Ruth Strode In
    Pointed to Right
    Took Mighty Swing
    With All His Might
    Called His Shots
    Lived His Life
    To Bad It Was
    In Yankee Pinstripes!

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