I walk up
the endless flight of stairs,
at last we arrive,
and a huge W
greets us.
The joy shoots up and down
my spine.
The happiness flows through
my veins.
 
We are
done
with the work,
done
with the walking,
And ready
to have a blast
with all our friends.

Finally,
we are at the game.
Scarfing down
hot dogs
and cotton candy,
Smiling,
from ear to ear.

From our seats,
all I see is a green grassy field,
with tiny little players,
able to smash
a small ball,
to its eager
foamed finger fan.
 
Inning through inning
flies by,
as we giggle,
and dance the night away.
 
Before you know it.
we are back home,
singing the sweet tunes of
Neil Diamond.