The 1987 Flak Kaserne Softball Season. My error cost the team a perfect season.
There once was a team overseas Who fielded with power and ease At Flak Kaserne they played And a loss they did evade With a season that aimed to appease The Finance squad stood fifteen and oh With one final ball game to go They expected a win Until fate settled in And sullied his confident glow A liner came sailing towards me To left center where hesitance be One pause in the chase Let the ball slip past my face And under my glove, I set the ball free The bases were cleared in the ninth And victory vanished from sight Though fifteen-and-one Was still proudly won That play being relived in my mind
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Be the first to comment on this poem. Encourage this poet.
