Kristopher S. Kern Poet Narrative

What a Game

The stance of the batter
the pitcher like a hungry hawk eying it's prey
keenly with roving eyes checking those on base
the sun beats down,smells and sounds fill the air
the pitcher begins to prepare
he doesn't seem to notice
the sizable lead off the player on first has taken
some root for the coming instance
some try to warn of the impending danger
wait
the wind up begins 
the player on first has already said his farewell 
the moment seems to pause
so many eyes focused
the pitcher turns to react 
the player slides
we all anticipate different scenarios 
my friend,my friend
what a game

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July 23, 2009 at 2:13 PM You captured the excitement of the game nicely in this poem. The Twins have been on a downward spiral as of late. We're hoping they'll pick things up again. Enjoyed this poem. Thank you for sharing it and for your kind words on mine. Karen