Poetry In Motion Is Game Ending Home Run Poem by Terence George Craddock

to all you ardent fans lovers of baseball
it was the season ending championship game
the stadium was packed bases stacked

in the scout seats
you could have heard a pin drop
from box seats

to grandstand to nosebleeds
all eyes were anticipation focused
top of the ninth all bases loaded

there was poetry at home plate
there was poetry on the loaded bases
there was poetry in the outfield

it was batter up time Terenzo could strike out
be caught make first base or hit a home run
the pitcher pressure a walk was to be avoided

from disaster strike out to home run
all depends on teams supported
fans divided on desired outcome

pitcher takes the mound
pitches a perfect four-finger knuckleball
sweet off the fingertips

poetry in motion
Terenzo strikes
like a cottonmouth

smashes the ball out of the stadium
takes a stroll walks all four bases
poetry in motion is game ending home run


Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock