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!


Running makes me happy and free,

Especially running by the sea.

I love to run every day,

Maybe run then stop and play.

People ask me why I run.

I say that it is great fun.

It is also a healthy habit.

I can run just like a rabbit.

You should run, fast or slow,

just keep your body on the go.

Too many people sit and stop,

Then gorge on food until they pop.

Put down that greasy steak!

Throw away that sugary cake!

Get up out of that comfy chair,

find some running shoes to wear.

Get yourself out on that street,

other runners you may meet.

Out in the sun is where I’ll be,

running makes me happy and free.

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.


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.

Super Bowl Party

The Super Bowl is here today,

A fun filled day is on its way.

Long before the parties start,

Snacks are piled upon bench and cart.

The pizza ordered, the wings cooked,

The cheesy bread won’t be overlooked.

Everyone gathers at your place,

A friendly smile on every face.

They all wonder which team will lose,

Asking you who you did choose.

Your dad starts a Super Bowl pool,

Collecting money from every fool.

You put your money into the pot,

Then check to see which block you got.

The pre-game begins on tv,

You sit down right next to me.

I no longer care which team wins,

With you this close, my head spins.

I try concentrating upon the game,

Finally knowing you feel the same.

I feel your hand within mine,

I hold tight, our fingers entwine.

At halftime, we both watch with awe,

The show goes on without a flaw.

The game returns, our team behind,

Momentum now, we hope to find.

Our team rushes for a score,

The tension now is much more.

Their quarterback drops back to pass,

Our team knocks him on his ass.

The ball pops loose, rolls around,

Our player picks it off the ground.

He scores, and we take the lead,

That was just what we need.

Your hand is back in mine,

It makes me feel oh so fine.

Your hand fits mine just like a glove,

You are the one who I love.

The game is over, our team won,

The commercials were also fun.

From you, I steal one quick kiss,

The day was perfect, I couldn’t resist.

The time has come for me to go,

I pull you aside to let you know.

The Super Bowl was super fun,

Pizza and snacks for everyone.

Jokes and laughs all day long,

Everything right, nothing wrong.

You, though, made my day complete,

Time with you just can’t be beat.

The Super Bowl

The Super Bowl is here again,

And the parties will soon begin.

Pizza, snacks, and buffalo wings,

Garlic bread and cheesy things.

Some watch previews all day long,

Deciding who is right or wrong.

The game begins, we gather round,

Hoping our team holds their ground.

In between, the commercials run,

This year, they are loads of fun.

The halftime show is a blast,

Better than those in the past.

The second half starts out slow,

For right now the score is low.

The game is over, and we find,

The score for us is not unkind.

Not only did our team win,

We also won the pool we’re in.

The Super Bowl was quite a show,

We had lots of fun, this I know.