Pitching In
The sweat pours down from tank tops and t-shirt
preposterously loud screams
explode on the baseball field around them
Drink it all in for a win
that's more than a glorv of the game
by those who long for excitement
and the possibility of league's trophy...
The raucous crowd of spring
flock together their arms
flinging outrageous signals ,
with high pitched hurrah,
as bats fly off to gaily rattle,
"Oh, my! Go get 'em!" when men
become boys of spring's home run.
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12/8/2015
Contest: Oil Paintings 4 & 5 of Eve Roper
By nette onclaud
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