Baseball Poems 5: Blue Jay Way

On the shores of Lake Ontario
Beneath the tower's gaze
A stately pleasure dome was built
Where the local ball club plays

Beginning with futility
Near misses an advance
They couldn't hope to win it all
With men named Garth and Rance

But as Bush gave way to Clinton,
Bash Brothers in decline
Beyond the ancient borders
Lurked the Toronto nine

A finely balanced lineup
The pennant soon unfurled
It wasn't long before they won
The Series for the World

Another year, another win
Before a long repose
Now alone they stood on guard
With the flight of the Expos

Along the sacred River Rouge
The fans still hold fast
Their memories of Alomar
And Carter's mammoth blast
A fine and worthy past.