Venice Roberts Poems

Greatest game of all,
The one they call baseball
Mainly played in the fall
You need a bat and a ball
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A Hero Laid to Rest
By: Venice Roberts
A hero born one summer day,
A Son, a Brother, in a special way,
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Thunderous crowds, stands packed,
Butterflies in your stomach,
Big play, crowd erupts, teammates go crazy,
Sunset, lights come on, there is a chill in the air
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God is good all the time
All the time God is good
He heals the broken and the weak
He resides on a mountain peak
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He just wants to go outside and play
This is what he lives for everyday
Grass stains and blood,
Rolling around in the mud
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Most dangerous sport out there
But that's why I love it,
It's legal to hit people and hurt them
And you get your anger out,
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