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.

Basketball

Basketballs bounce on the ground,

Across the court, your feet do pound.

You throw the ball up in the air,

Your mind is free, without a care.

The ball arcs towards the net,

Faster than a fighter jet.

You raise your fist as it goes through,

The big crowd cheers, just for you.

Two more points add to the score,

Your team now only trails by four.

You turn to face your foe,

Defense is the way to go.

Where he’ll stop, you try to spot,

So, you can jump and block his shot.

The ball hits off your hand,

It deflects, you feel grand.

Two scores later the game is tied,

It is so exciting, quite a ride!

As time expires, the ball flies from your hand,

The crowd cheers as, through the net, it lands.