| Sports Poetry
posted April 5, 2015
My son sliding into home
Sports Contest Winner
Pitcher takes the mound, leans over to spit
Batter takes his stance and ready to hit
Up on the mound, there is an ice cold glare
Down in the box, his eyes return the stare
The first pitch comes flying in at his head
Good thing he leaned back or he might be dead
Second ball hurled and goes into the dirt
At bat, he adjusts his helmet and shirt
Third pitch down the middle, right where it's sweet
If bat meets ball, he better move his feet
Crack of the bat and ball flies in the air
Throws the stick down and he's outta there
The fielder runs but can't get there in time
He takes his base and now he's in his prime
He gets his lead and is ready to run
He heads for the base like a shot from a gun
The ball is launched, as he slides to the base
Baseman is shy of the tag and the race
The next batter up, a hit he does make
He sprints to third with nothing in his wake
Now he looks home with his eyes on the prize
He squats down and puts his hands on his thighs
He hears the crack and he's off like a shot
Off to home plate, he gives it all he's got
It's gonna be close, he slides to get in
The ump yells safe and he pulls off the win
and 2 member cents.
The picture is of my son, who plays on the varsity baseball team at his high school.
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