catherine barry

Baseball - Poem by catherine barry

Like thunder on a dry crisp night

The crack of the bat and the ball in flight

How many months I have now waited

Yet my eager enthusiasm has not abated

In the line I patiently wait

My tension mounting…hurry up open the gate

Opening day is finally here

And in the stadium I hear the fresh crack of a beer

The opening pitch sent from the mound

And with it my heart begins to pound

The umpire calls “play ball”

So begins my favourite pastime till the return of the fall

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 14, 2010

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