I like the heavy stuff at Fenway
Forget the frank, the hot dog –
Give me the Fenway sausage.
Lansdowne or Yawkey,
Just give me the street, the crowds, the carts….
So much memory
Of family and fun
Of ballgames, tailgates, and the carnie….
— From “Sausage,’’ by Raymond Foss, in The Poets of New England: The Underground Writers Association’s Anthology of New England Poets.