On a soft summer's Afternoon

Strolling in the garden

Baseball was his game

He come out to play

with glove in hand

and a romance for the game

He paid attentation to his coaches

When he was on he mend 

At bat he has his eye on the ball

Running the bases he touches them all

They taught him right in the instructional league

Coaches pitch to ball players is the only way 

eight pitches then tee ball struck

Run the bases on bodies out

Every one seemed to have a smile on their faces

nothing could replace the smile on pa pa face

he was pleased to see his grandson play

baseball anyone who wants to play

Its an organized game of pickup ball

Neighborhood play neighborhood ball

Come on guys and dolls lets play ball

Umpires make all the calls 

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Such a sweet ode from a proud grandpa, I remember those afternoons with my three sons, brought back memories, what a cutie pie...

[Matching Socks]

I love this! It's wonderful. I love the game too.

[Matching Socks]

Adorable pic too!