The Game Poem by Lawerence Mize, Sr.

The Game



The Nationals and The Braves
Were here to play ball
One team would win
One would fall
The Championship near
This game needed by both
A couple runs, a little luck
Lots of hope
Kids and their parents
On a warm summer's day
Shouts of 'Play Ball'
Soon came my way
The fields were full
It was little league ball
The snack shop was jumping
Feeding the throng
Looked for my grandson
Old number 26
Watched with pride
As he prepared to hit
The game was quick
Over in a flash
The Nationals won
This game not their last
I sat on the side
Took it all in
Knew I'd be back
To watch the Nationals again
If only all kids
Had a field to play ball
The world would be better
For one and all

Friday, June 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: baseball
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Smoky Hoss 24 June 2015

By the way, I'm a St. Louy Cardinals fan myself! ! !

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Smoky Hoss 24 June 2015

Ah yes, indeed, so true; the grand old game. Love it!

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Lawerence Mize, Sr.

Lawerence Mize, Sr.

Baltimore, Maryland
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