I wrote a song a while ago, and I have often thought of putting it on here to get some feedback from you guys. I was finally motivated to do it after seeing and reading Ski's baseball poem. I have taken the initial steps to have this published, I got it copyrighted and submitted it to a couple of songwriting competitions, one of which I placed as runner up in. However, I don't really know the next steps that I need to take to get someone to notice it and want to record it. One huge obstacle, I know, is that it is lyrics only. I don't know the first thing about writing or playing music so that obviously makes it much more difficult to market to anyone. Anyway, here is the song, feel free to fire away with any feedback you may have. MEMORIES OF OUR GAMES I was twelve years old, Baseball on my mind Sittin’ in school dreamin’ ‘bout the summertime When my brothers and me would find an old ball Hand-me-down bats and gloves for us all Then we’d choose our teams from the Major League’s best We had a big wood backstop after Daddy built that deck We spent hours and hours, wasn’t it great When you had Nolan on the mound and Fisk behind the plate Our Heroes they all played, right in our backyard On All-Star teams we picked from Baseball cards It was, call your own strikes and pitcher’s hand out The field of my dreams stood right outside our house Lookin’ back we really had it made I’ll always love those memories of our games Every weekday afternoon at One-fifteen It was W.G.N., Harry and Steve That Ivy-covered fortress at Addison and Clark We’d root them on, then back outside ‘til dark You’d be Cal Ripken with your orange and black glove And I was Andre Dawson from those ’87 Cubs We spent hours and hours, wasn’t it great I had Clemens on the mound, Ryno at second base Our Heroes they all played, right in our backyard On All-Star teams we picked from Baseball cards It was, call your own strikes and pitcher’s hand out The field of my dreams stood right outside our house Lookin’ back we really had it made I’ll always love those memories of our games Were all grown up now, raisin’ families of our own Fifty hour weeks just to make ourselves a home As time flies by and we try not to lose touch I’ll always cherish those memories so much It was Home Run Derby, you against me Hittin’ long Home Runs over that big oak tree All those days we spent bein’ our idols in pretend We didn’t know how good we had it when…. Our Heroes they all played, right in our backyard On All-Star teams we picked from Baseball cards It was, call your own strikes and pitcher’s hand out The field of my dreams stood right outside our house Lookin’ back we really had it made I’ll always love those memories of our games