Miracles do come true
Just for a day
My son and daughter
Teamwork our way

Basepaths to be exact
Tillin from morn' till dawn
Tearing, ripping up the back yard
Our own stadium
Our own lawn

Working together
Not too often
For today and a brief venture
Soul revival
Through the heated sky

Felt great to be with them
Too busy too often
To hear their voices
Dad this is awesome

Homeplate
A pitchers mound
Batters box
Gettin' rid of the rocks

Streched hose
Water down the accomplished
Field of dreams
In our own
Backyard

Matt Mondschein

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/working-together-a-field-of-dreams/