BASEBALL

dhtwenge

BASEBALL

 

A baseball game on a summer evening.

There’s nothing better.

Batter up.

He hopes he’s not in a slump.

 

Swing and a miss.

The pitcher is dialed in.

It didn’t fly into anyone’s mitt.

This one’s a hit.

 

I don’t care who’s playing.

I just want to watch baseball.

Any team will do.

Who knew.

 

It’s America’s favorite pastime.

It’s a unique sport.

The defense possesses the ball.

I hope the umpire makes a good call.

 

Is it the American League or the National League.

Doesn’t matter to me.

As long as they can play.

It’s always a good day.

 

The rules haven’t changed much.

Stats are important.

They play baseball everyday.

Sometimes there has to be a replay.

 

I love sports.

Baseball, football, volleyball, or track.

They’re all good.

And they’re all played into adulthood.

 

Baseball’s my favorite.

It’s a thinking man’s game

You’ll always need a strategy.

It’s a great game, definitely.

  • Author: dhtwenge (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 12th, 2023 20:45
  • Comment from author about the poem: My son started playing baseball when he was about 4 years old and he's almost 35 now. He's an outdoorsman and a big nature guy and my husband and I both come from big sports families. Sports have always been a big part of our lives. This is just one thing that I write about but it's one of my favorites. Thank you.
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  • L. B. Mek

    sport is a wonderful fulcrum
    for a family to rally round
    and grow closer with..
    thanks for sharing

  • dhtwenge

    Thanks for reading and commenting. I appreciate the kind words.



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