#375 The Ballpark Poem by Jimmie Arrington

The lights shine on the ground.
The smell of food is strong.
The crowd is cheering all around.
The Anthem's the opening song.
I see it all from my nosebleed seat.
I see the stands rumble beneath my feet.

The damp grass is fresh and green.
The sand is evenly laid.
The home team is fairly serene.
The away team is afraid.
I see adults laugh and shout.
I see kids play and run about.

The very first pitch is thrown.
The players take the field.
The ball goes in the strike zone.
The catcher is set and kneeled.
I see the batter take a swing,
I see the baseball go soaring.

The batter rounds every base.
The crowd roars out loud.
The home team wears a smiling face.
The away team's heads are bowed.
I see the sky is getting dark.
I see it all at the ballpark.

My dear wife holds my little boy.
My mother eats kettle corn.
My best friend is filled with joy.
My heart must be airborne.
I see my son clap and smile.
I think I could stay here a while.