Playing Ball On The Lawn Poem by Rhonda Baker

Playing ball on the lawn with family and friends
A gorgeous spring day without ends
A tennis ball, a bat, two pieces of wood and a brick
A make shift diamond, that worked pretty slick
A homer was over the pick-up and past the pine
My niece slams one right down the line
Josh gets hit in the gut
A big red welt. What bad luck
There were no winners we didn’t keep score
Just for the fun of it, who could ask for more?

5/25/11