Yesterday,
alone on the field of play . . .
I saw ghosts in the bleachers.
Can you? Do you hear chatter?
There isn’t a ball in play;
they’re cheering me anyway
on the field of play.
Now today
million dollar quarter backs . . .
are the worse of life’s teachers.
With drugs, they barely touch down.
I’m playing solitary
the angels in the outfield.
Let the devils be revealed.
Tomorrow
make a pass without a home run.
Take those bubble gum cards,
those charges for autographs
and put fun back on the field.
Let the game again be great!
On the green fields of glory . . .
hear the ghosts share their story
yesterday,
today and
tomorrow.
Let the game begin . . . anew!
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This is not a drill. The attack on Pearl. They were the ghost planes of the night, deadly, illusive, sharp-clawed Black Cats. The Memoirs of ARM H.P. Lawrence, a Pearl Harbor survivor, Black Cat, and decorated war veteran.
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