Andrea Dietrich Poet Triolet

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Batter Up

When they call Batter Up, I fill with dread.

Back in the outfield I would rather be!

Pop ups, not Grand Slams, I hit instead!

When they call Batter Up, I fill with dread.

Don’t count your chickens. They’re already dead!

With bases loaded, it’s all up to me??

When they call Batter Up, I fill with dread.

Back in the outfield I would rather be!

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Phyllis Babcock August 7, 2015 at 10:13 AM Not a good player was I so I hear you on this poem. Nice one. love phy

Funom Makama May 28, 2015 at 10:06 AM Its been a while.. I miss your writings and your visits.. I love your comments on my poems anytime I am doing a series.... I recommend you check out my acrostic series and share your views... This piece right here is lovely...

Daver Austin May 27, 2015 at 10:37 AM Andrea at the bat and it's 1,2,3 strikes you're out. At least you hit pop ups. The bat never left my shoulder. Good stuff. Love, daver

Connie Marcum Wong May 27, 2015 at 2:05 AM Congrats on your win Andrea. I have to go see where you placed with this cute poem. Love the little picture with it too!

Constance La France May 26, 2015 at 4:04 PM Andrea, congratulations on your placement with this write, mine did not make it but I would love for you to read it, The Storm and thanks for visiting my poem, its summer

Kim Merryman May 25, 2015 at 8:25 PM I'm with you on this one, Andrea. I was a terrible batter. Actually I was just terrible at any part of baseball. Enjoyed your write! Congrats on your win! Love, Kim

Poet Destroyer A May 25, 2015 at 5:41 PM ANDREA, Congratulations on your win. LOVE LINDA

Paul Callus May 25, 2015 at 3:16 PM A lovely Triolet with a subject very dear to your countrymen/women! We don't play it in Malta [but at school we played rounders, instead:)))] // paul

Jennifer Walker May 25, 2015 at 11:36 AM Very good sis. I am the opposite though, I would rather hit than to be in the outfield. I could hit the ball and catch it, just couldn't throw worth anything.

Monterey Sirak May 25, 2015 at 10:38 AM In my case I would rather be in the stands watching the game. Amazing!!!

M. L. Kiser May 25, 2015 at 7:36 AM Good one...it brings back memories.

Skat A May 25, 2015 at 1:17 AM Andrea :) Congratulations, Love SKAT

Arthur Vaso May 24, 2015 at 8:34 PM Oh my, you have made me smile yet again, I am wondering if I can well do the same topic!!! We shall see!!!! Great poem

Debbie Guzzi May 24, 2015 at 8:19 PM Thanks for the entry Andie! Congrad's Light & Love

Matthew Anish May 24, 2015 at 7:36 PM I was a catcher in the Little League and one of my favorite books growing up was Bonus Pitcher by Frank Waldman. It showed how someone won respect from those who didn't respect him at first. This poem is very entertaining! Where did you learn so much about form? I just finished a class on how to write rhyming couplets. Happy holiday to you and yours! Peace & Love Matthew Anish

Constance La France May 24, 2015 at 6:46 PM Andrea, very nice, I like how you did a triolet, I did mine but have a sinking feeling, lol, anyways this is terrific, 7, and thanks for visiting my haiku, I am not totally sure about the inspiration pictures but because she put them there I used one

Sara Kendrick May 24, 2015 at 6:15 PM Reads like a winner..Way to go for the contest...Thanks for the visit to my page..I would think that you are a great batter..Sara

Robert Johnson May 24, 2015 at 5:57 PM That woman don't exactly look like she's playing. Baseball or otherwise. :) Enjoyed this triolet. Andrea Dietrich May 24, 2015 at 11:28 PM haha, I was going for the look of fear in her eyes. Or maybe she is just Lizzie Borden!!!

Tim Smith May 24, 2015 at 5:56 PM My youngest son plays travel baseball...usually plays third with the occasional game catching or pitching....we travel to Cooperstown in two and a half weeks... I'll post the link to the games when we play....they stream the games live.

Tim Smith May 24, 2015 at 5:45 PM Confidence young lady...just make contact and good things will happen.... I just got home from two days on the baseball field. Can you tell? Andrea Dietrich May 24, 2015 at 5:52 PM I played at age 14 in a league and once in a while I got some hits, but almost always just grounders, nothing very big. My poor son was EXCELLENT catcher, catcher for his whole team but couldn't bat worth a darn either. But my son and I were top notch RUNNERS. I wish they'd had track team when I was growing up.

Lawrence Eberhart May 24, 2015 at 5:42 PM Well crafted Triolet, where the selected refrain makes all the difference.

Emile Pinet May 24, 2015 at 12:17 PM The descriptive wording and the great imagery brought your poem to life, with a human touch. Well written. Emile. #7

Jan Allison May 24, 2015 at 4:44 AM Like your take on the theme with this clever triolet :-) Good luck in the contest:-) Hugs jan xx

Kp Nunez May 24, 2015 at 3:39 AM Cute! I can relate. GL in the contest Andrea!

Dr. Upma A. Sharma May 24, 2015 at 2:38 AM U Hv done it so well Andrea! Gl in contest! Thnx for ur visits to my page!

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