Dear/ Johnny, I

love

 

                             faces/               in the heat and weather/             hidden

under war helmets                they                are all/                little

                                 league batters lined/                     up, each/ marching                  to the

                                                                        batter's/

                   box                 still/ figuring                     the best/ fit                     of the bat

 

 

on/ the

 

 

shoulder