Beer, Baseball, and....Trees?

Inspired by my Poe-Tree post, the literary icon, Phil Rupp, provided this version honoring the opening of baseball season:

I think that I shall never hear

 

A poem lovely as a beer.

 

The brew the Camelot served on tap

 

With golden base and snowy cap.

 

The stuff I'd drink throughout the day

 

Until my memory went away.

 

Poems are made by fools, I fear

 

But more than Coors now grew good beer.

And thanks to Phil for the Camelot reference...  ah, the memories...