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The Champs Visit

He walked slowly, taking in the sight and smell of the field. The memories of games gone by, filled his heart with joy as he recalled his many turns at bat. Baseball was his first love and he recalled his family cheering him on, in the stands. His father had put a baseball in his hands as soon as, he could stand. Another deep breath, as a cool breeze swept across the field. What thrilled him most was the swing and crack, of the bat. Dusk fell a he recalled all of the home runs; something moved overhead; a bat! He watched as the thing soared above the stands. This place was home; growing up he’d practically lived in this field. Picking up his glove and ball, he threw a pitch across the field; then he picked up his bat; still hearing the cheers from the stands…craccckkk...adrenaline rush!

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Date: 9/27/2018 11:08:00 AM
I'm a baseball nut, and this poem takes me back to the 'good old days' of my youth. Thanks for the memories! :) gw
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M. L. Kiser
Date: 9/27/2018 4:27:00 PM
You're quite welcome, Gershon; Baseball is my preferred sport, too. Also Basketball but, I don't know...the thrill of Baseball just gets the blood pumping. Thanks for stopping by to read and comment.

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