muses, by Anna Lorena Subscribe to rss feed for Anna Lorena

I've been hit by muse-
Actually...a whole bloody team of muses.
And no, not the Greek ones.
My muses wear a uniform
	-a proud uniform-
One stained with years of sweat and tears,
But no, they aren't military.
My muses wear orange and blue,
With white while at home,
And grey while away.
My muses work hard.
They have to- they are turning around
From a bad past five or more years
To a winning season.
My muses are a team.
My muses are led by legends-
Not Hurculean or Diety-
My muses are lead by those who have been there
Done that
And have the scars to prove it.
My muses are hard hitters
Fast pitchers
Quick runners
And line-drivers.
My muses are not your ordinary muses-
My muses play ball.
Baseball.
In the city where baseball on the corner was invented-
Detroit, Rock City-
Detroit, Motor City-
Detroit, Tiger Country.
My muses play baseball-
From nineteen eighty five
To two thousand three
My muses fell-
But today-
Oh wonderful day-
My muses took flight
And took back their turf-
	-and intend to keep it that way.
Posted: 2005-03-19 03:47:35 UTC

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