Ball's High Dome
Patricia Morse-McNeely

An island set in a sea of blue,
The beach, the seawall, the beach shacks, too;
A street palm-lined and with roses red,
A monument to our heroes dead,
A ball gleaming golden upon a dome --
Gently murmurs, "This is Home."

A place where school-days were pure joy,
Where a poor heart yearned for a tall, young boy.
There are landmarks here and landmarks there,
Spots that bloom in the spring, young and fair,
But to me speaks most of home
The gleaming ball on Ball High's dome.

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