Spring Strides

Beware the strides of March
Where Mo Rivera begins his arch
Mo Rivera knows his foe
He can fan them all
Amateur to Murderer’s Row
Mo Rivera takes his stride
The short leg kick left
Beauty even age can’t hide
The biting steam of his cut fastball
Splitting atoms in the air
Worthy of a curtain call
Rivera is in the Mo zone
A familiar layer of land
Where every batter stands alone
Rivera is called on in the clutch
With his unprecedented track record
No one this lifetime will ever touch
Beware the strides of March
Where Mo Rivera begins his arch

Parting Points: Song for the day- “Good” by Better Than Ezra