A . T . Perkins
Spring Training - Poem by A . T . Perkins
The grass and mud smell like a marsh
as it is swept up by the gusts of warm air.
The ping of bat and ball
sends six, out of the nine
scurrying in all directions.
'Go, run! Go go, ' I search out mine in
the excitement. There she is!
Standing in centerfield - my hero,
Bouncing from toe to toe, impatiently,
knees rubbing together
Doing the pee-pee dance.
Spring training in the
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