Lamar, the sky belonged to him
for as long as there was “The Spring”. …
An open field to roam.
Just play toss, nice and easy.
Before lightning strikes
with the hack of a blistering bat!
He had truly found his peace.
His grass, his peace.
But you know the game,
and before he goes lame,
they may not shoot you,
but your ticket's punched
just the same.
V
