Peacefully Poem by Whit Leyenberger

What is that feeling?
Only found in the shade
Of a good climbing tree
With that breeze blowing in
From the woods
Perhaps my cousin knows
Swinging the orange plastic bat
With every ounce of ferocity
Hiding in his three year old frame
Over and over until at last elation
Overcomes odds
And as the ball trickles off
He dashes radiantly into the outfield
And around the corner of the house
Toward his approximation of first base

Yes,
He knows the secret
But alas, he cannot tell me
He is at peace with the world
By virtue of his bottle-rocket blue tongue