She asked me to take pictures of her the other day while playing with a bat in the house (which I normally don't allow...I have no idea why or how it made it inside).
She was really playing it up for the camera.
Not until I downloaded these and were looking at them did it remind me of the poem. I love this poem. I bought a book with beautiful illustrations of this for John and Emily when they were in kindergarten. I'll have to find it and read it to Grace and Grant.
Sorry for the long post. I couldn't resist.
And just in case you didn't figure it out by now...
NO, I did not write this poem. It is credited to Ernest Lawrence Thayer and was written for the San Francisco Examiner - June 3, 1888. I believe if you do the research there are some representations of actual players in this poem. I don't recall anymore who it was referencing.
Gotta go find my puppy. It is wandering alone in the house....that can be a dangerous thing.
I don't know why this is stuck on the bottom of these other pictures, but since it is, I'll explain. I counted twelve bicycles in the yard/garage this particular afternoon. I thought I might open a used bicycle shop...
in all my spare time of course.