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
Copyright © Kristopher S. Kern | Year Posted 2009
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