Michael Gale Poems
|1201.||Books Are Grand And Books Are Keen...||4/8/2009|
|1203.||Dog, Man's Best Friend||1/30/2006|
|1204.||Winter's Coldest Wintery Wind.||11/2/2006|
|1205.||Baseball's Fun In The Sun!||2/3/2006|
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Baseball's Fun In The Sun!
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 ...
A sun drenched morning, with Butterflies,
fluttering from one empty cave,
Filled with leaves, mounting atop Man's sad,
and lonely grave.
Sunlight's rays spreading of snow white
Surrounding all it's sad forgotten women.
Confused and staring in empty world's
horizon, Heavenly Advance of The Lord's