NOTHING to do but sit around— Nothing to do but wait, Nothing to see in the winter-time, But the lock on the ball-park gate! Now is the time to gabble, Now is the time to chin— Now is the time when pennants Are gathered and taken in! Just a few weeks of chatter (Mostly a mental drouth) Ere the old stars and the rookies Muster their clans in the South! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING'S NEBRASKA by KAREN SWENSON MARRIAGE A LA MODE: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN ENGLAND'S DEAD by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS GOD'S GRANDEUR by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE BROOKLYN BRIDGE [MAY 24, 1883] by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR |