The times they are a-changin’.
This post seems to be older than 17 years—a long time on the internet. It might be outdated.
We played baseball in our backyard:
my brother, my neighbors (Eddie & Chris), and me
Home was in front of the brick wall,
First was the rockwall, next to the garden,
Second was the crack that marked the pathway,
Third was planter, next to the cliff.
We played two on two,
with lots of ghostrunners.
We played until the sun went behind the house,
past the trees, and out of sight.
We played until we couldn’t see,
and then we played no more.