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Gateway left untended Twixt the mud and grass Free between the fences Through the brilliance soars Over green fields flying Orange sleeves like wings Flapping knees and elbows Wildly bounds aloft
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Poems About Matthew 
The gates into the local baseball fields are typically locked when we pass them on our walk. Recently, Matthew discovered one left open, and ran himself to exhaustion exploring the outfield.
This experience must’ve been so exhilarating! Matthew is a lot like his Dada… Sometimes, clarity and self-awareness can only be achieved through the rhythmic pounding of feet and freedom to fly through open spaces. I can really picture Matthew sprinting around the outfield, wearing his favorite orange sweatshirt and giggling uncontrollably!
He must have thought that this was the BEST thing ever! And that he had found the hidden treasure that no one has been able to find. : )