The Game Is On
Welcome sports fans to the Twenty Sixteen Presidential Race,
Spring Training is full upon us as the candidates align.
Two strong teams build their ranks for the coming season,
determination and earnest intent electrify the stadium air.
Rookies run ‘round the field in fresh unsoiled uniform,
energetically casting balls about in new mown green grass.
Pros stride their bases in condescending confidence,
swinging freshly tarred bats with vicious strokes intent.
Umpires roam about the field enforcing rules of conduct,
giving guidance and clarity to calls on the field of play.
Sportscasters view and rank, in statistic, with hungry eye;
great enthusiasm erupts at dropped ball and stolen base.
Coach’s posture in offered encouragement to their team,
knowing clearly the strength and weakness held afield.
The masses buy the tickets that fuel the sporting fires,
pouring dollars into team coffers to support the dream.
Hear them chant and respond to prompt, alike in program,
see the placards of message held high in confident display.
Teams tour the lands honing their competitive skills,
watch as the weak fade and are culled from the herd.
See the superstars stand and strike the ball out of the park,
running bases to cheers of the growing, maddening crowd.
Points are scored, wins are accolades of coming success,
Presidential Spring Training is but a short lived campaign,
The true grand season political will begin in earnest soon,
rise and select your team, buy your ticket, the game is on.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©
Copyright © Robert Stoner Jr | Year Posted 2016
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