The Annual Farewell

There are few things greater
than wood and leather,
grass and dirt.
All coming together,
for one afternoon,
on sacred ground.
Snow will cover
that perfectly designed patch of land
only for a few months.
Be sure, when those months
have passed, when the grass
returns in all green glory,
when the skies turn their
bluest shades of blue,
she will return...
And I will be waiting.

Tyler Giles

I wrote this last year for a class at the end of the season, I felt I would revive it for the sake of a well-fought, hard season by our beloved Birds.  Hopefully not another harsh winter ahead, gentlemen and ladies.