11/17/2024 for Power in the Tongue Poetry Contest sponsored by Karen Jones
Stepping to the plate, he stood at four foot eight. Sixty-seven pounds, that was the batter's weight. You probably wouldn't think to look at this punk, that his club held a punch, as to bat, he slunk. Mister Monninger shouted a curious phrase - "powder river." To the hitter, it conveys a sense of fearsome confidence and power. Cocking the bat, he knew he'd be man of the hour. First pitch, and that ball sailed o'er the grass of green. No lie. It was the furthest anyone had seen. Yes, I was that batter boy, who played in tattered jeans, but I still don't know what "powder river" even means.
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