Tag: baseball

The Homerun

Baseball is the sport I love,

Bats and balls, a leather glove.

The field is green, the sky is blue,

The sun so bright it warms you.

You leave the bench to take your place,

In the box, you turn to face,

The pitcher who throws a curve.

You swing your bat, steel your nerve.

The crack of the bat is what you hear,

Then the crowd begins to cheer.

You flip the bat and watch the ball,

Soar towards the distant wall.

Around the bases, you do fly,

As the ball drops from the sky.

Over the wall, it does land,

More than a hit, oh so grand.

Any hit would have tied the score,

But you did so much more.

The bases were full, the game’s now won,

By your very first homerun!

Baseball in Spring

Winter snow may blanket the land,

But I think of Spring, a time so grand.

Baseball, for me, is the first sign,

The crack of the bat, a sound divine.

Pitchers and catchers have reported to work,

That Cubs fan is bragging, oh what a jerk.

Fastballs and sliders, curveballs too.

Peanuts and popcorn, bubblegum to chew.

Florida and ‘Zona are the places to be,

If baseball is what you want to see.

Players take the field, the crowds cheer,

Hoping their team will win this year.

Free agents, rookies look to impress,

The final roster is anyone’s guess.

Spring is a time for getting fit,

Work on that swing, get a big hit.

Polish that fastball, work on your curve,

Stare down the batters with a steely nerve.

Baseball means that winter is done,

Now take the field and have some fun.