A young boy had the desire to keep on playing
As flashing fireflies began to blink in code
He shouted, 'The sun will not go down…it’s staying
Throw the ball…while I’m in a batting mode…'
The pitched ball flew by…close to his head
He heard it whizzed by…as he swung the bat
'One more swing to get a run…' is what he said
The ball was lost in the dimness…now that’s that
Reluctantly the child agreed…the day was done
Time fades…even when the wanting goes on
Tomorrow there’ll be chances to hit a homerun
After the dawn reveals where the ball has gone
8/10/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Everything that you lost to dark dawn shall reveal, a new pitch, shining bat and a new zeal a hope, a dream to follow on dawn shall eternally beackon the sunshine shall kiss at lenght the dark and gray of plinth so one can live and see in light what is to be savoured and what one can afford to lose........... that's a lovely piece Ms moore...I want mor e