Another Chapter of Spring's Dreams

Gamed called.Across the field of play
the dusk has come . the hour is late.
the fight is done and lost or won,
the players files out through the gate.
the tumult dies , the cheer is hushed , 
the stands are bare , the park is still.
But through the night there shines the light ,
home beyond the silent hill.

Gamed called.When the golden light
the bugle rolled the reveille.
the shadows creep where night falls deep , 
and taps has called the end of play.
the game is done , the score is in  ,
the final cheer and jeer has passed.
But in the night beyond the fight , 
the player finds his rest at last.

Game called on the field of life
the darkness gathers far and wide , 
the dream is done , the score is spun
that stands forever in the guide.
Nor victory , nor yet defeat
is chalked against the players name.
But down the roll , the final scroll ,
shows only how he played the game.

Grantland Rice 1956

With opening day fast approaching we are entering another chapter of 

" Spring's Dreams "

where all are equal with dreams of champagne and glory , alive within everyone , until the dog days of summer wilts all hope. 

Let's play two!