A Red Flame

The sun beats down, upon the fiery heads,
The bat raised high and the arms held back.
A star of white shoots across the park
And a lightning crack echoes through the stands.
A roar of cheers and a throwing of the cap,
The A stands out, in its holy angel ring.
Red fills my vision, just like an orchard of apple trees,
All singing out the famous baseball theme.
The red flame that sits upon my head
Yells out with pride, loyalty and might
‘We are the Angels! We have no fear!
I may only be one of the Red Sea,
But together, we are one!’
As I look at the cap, I find myself lost.
Lost in memories of junk food and rallies.
Memories of screaming fans and swinging bats.
Of family and friends.
But there is one thing that will stay with me forever,
A small cap.
Which when alone is nothing, but composed with others, it is strong.