It's the chill of the evening air
When the cool wind and sweat make the perfect pair
All eyes waiting on that first pitch
Ball or strike it didn’t matter which
She's the one that holds it all
Win or lose she'll take the fall
But it's the feeling of standing on the mound
The adrenaline rush with each heart pound
She's the one that will pitch until sore
Only to go home and throw some more
Scanning the for her father in the crowd
Doing her best to make him proud
He will hardly ever praise her
Saying "you could have done better I'm sure"
But he is usually always there
Sitting in the back of his pickup in a chair
She's a part of a team
More like a family or so it may seem
She does her best to do her role
The sport runs deep in her soul
But it's never about how good she does
It's all about how good the game was
If they lose it doesn't matter the strikes she had
It's about the walks, the hits & runs, the bad
They rarely look at the errors in the field
It's that first walk when the deal was sealed
But even if they win there's something wrong
She knows she could have done better all along
But each game and season they do their best
Hoping that one win will make them forget the rest
But it all comes down to that moment
It's crazy how fast it all went
The last time they will play together
The bond they formed nothing can tether
A game that no one wants to see
A sad goodbye is what it will be
So for the last time she takes her spot
Winning this game would mean a lot
But it won't matter the score
Because she will always want to play more
And she will start to cry
When it's time to say goodbye
If she could just have one more season
Just one more reason
To put on that dusty old glove
And play the sport she loves
A chance to throw that one last strike
To play with those she likes
All the seasons and the fun
Come to an end when it's said & done
In the end it's about how she played
And the memories that she made
It's about making a name and the fame
It's about the love of the game
It's really about it all
That one sport, that one love: Softball
- Author: Gypsysoul ( Offline)
- Published: May 18th, 2017 12:57
- Comment from author about the poem: I've played softball for as long as I can remember and nothing meant more to me than being out on the mound so i wanted to find a way to express my love and struggles with my favorite sport
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Comments3
WELCOME GYPSY ~ Thanks for a very beautiful and nostalgic poem. We don't get many Sport related poems ~ but this is a GEM ! It is throbbing with Rhyme (I love couplets) and Rhythm which makes it exciting to read and excellent to recite ! My sports are CRICKET (which is more complicated than CHESS) and Football (Soccer) Some of the top UK Football Players are paid £300.000 ($400,000) per week but I have only ever played Amateur @ School @ College and now (I teach Applied Science at a College). Sport does get in your Blood and your poem is a great tribute to the thrills (and spills) of SOFTBALL ! It always great when we get support from our parents ~ especially DAD ! Thanks for caring & sharing ~ Yours BRIAN (UK) Please check my Poems ~ Thanks B
This so very good,
I am from England
And don't understand
How this game is played
But to be honest you
Don't need to as this
Poem is about a lot more.
Such a very good work.
I love it... Thank you
For sharing it....P.H.Rose..
Just realised this is your
First poem... Wow..
Well done....
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