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Till we meet again, my friend

23 Oct

“The Green Fields of the Mind” by A. Bartlett Giamatti

It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart.

The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings.

And then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone.download

You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive.

And then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops.

Today, October 2, a Sunday of rain and broken branches and leaf-clogged drains and slick streets, it stopped, and summer was gone.

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This wonderful poem begins at the 1:25 mark…Please watch if you love baseball or love the passage of time.

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Posted by on October 23, 2016 in Uncategorized

 

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