Happy I’m Here

frozen

While walking beside a frozen marsh,
The sunrise reveals the world awakened.
Found some small paw prints, left from the night,
Recorded movements left frozen this morn.

Sunrise reflection pink crystalline frost,
Remnants of cornstalks on harvested field.
Seeds missed by combine’s sharp threshing machine,
Food for the pheasants that feed in the night.

Smoke from the farmyard drifts upwards this morn
White bones of ash trees cut up after storms.
Clouds on horizon threaten tonight
Temperature falling blizzard in sight

Home to black coffee brewed early morn
Crisp smoky bacon, eggs fried in a pan.
Wheat toast and jelly sweeten the morn
Simple life in country, so happy I’m here.

cj holm

Bring It Back

Ormsby Field

Ormsby, MN Ball Field

Our Old Field

(Sung with Gusto to tune of My Bonnies lies over the Ocean)

There once was a town that played softball,
Our teams all played with great skill!
In Ormsby we cheered for our hitters,
And heckled opponents with glee.

Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back our slow pitch to town, to town.
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back America’s game.

Our players were locally famous,
The chanted their names at Knight’s Lounge!
They swung for fence with abandon
But struck out most of the time.

Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back our slow pitch to town, to town.
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back America’s game.

The lights have been burned out for ages
The base paths are now overgrown
Our bleachers were sold off to Odin
The gophers have eaten the grass

Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back our slow pitch to town, to town.
Bring back, bring back
Oh, bring back America’s game.

There once was a town that played softball,
Our teams all played with great skill!
In Ormsby we cheered for our hitters,
And heckled opponents with glee!

 

©2019 cj holm