Author: Matt Keough

A poem for Opening Day in Cleveland

Tribe opening day
A new season commences
Fans already freak

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I get it. My Dad saw the Indians play at League Park, Cleveland Municipal Stadium, and Jacobs Field. My Great Grandfather was an Indians fan, the kind that wore a suit, tie, and straw hat to the ballpark. He probably smoked a cigar, too.

What I am trying to say is that I love the Indians and I understand the emotion. It is a family tradition I an handing down to my boys.

But come on, people. The season is long. April to October is a long, long road.

A fool’s haiku

Oh! So many fools.
Fooling others is such fun.
I’m not fooling, folks.

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This poem is dedicated to Lisa B., who reminded me it is National Poetry Month. I don’t think she is a fool. I am a fool because I will try to write a poem every day this month.

Eastlake peregrine falcons

My brother-in-law generously allowed be to borrow his 100-400 lens to try on my Canon Rebel. (Thanks Paul!) So I decided to try it out at the Eastlake fishing pier.  I expected to see ducks, didn’t see many.  However, there was a pair of peregrine falcons on the break wall with some prey they had captured.  I think it was a gull.  I will get better at using the lens, but still manged to capture a few OK shots.