Baseball's Fun In The Sun! Poem by Michael Gale

With the crack of the bat, baseballs seem to
fly and float over my glove! As i step back
near the wall, this round like orb
approaches furiously from way above!
I take a long jump, and stretch out my
gloved hand, Just a might short of this
warning track, while listening to the
roaring crowd, and it's peanut and hotdog
venders, over to the right of me, in this
noisily stand! I twirl in mid air and make
a spectacular catch, Throwing over hand,
with smooth agility and quickness of speed
to with evenly match! The throw is off to
second base, with a runner on first, A lot
of cheering fans order soda's and beers
to quench their excitement and thirst!
This game is nearly done, Looks like we've
nearly won! This sweet old sport is so much
fun!

2006 Michael Jeffrey Gale