What Baseball Is To Me....
Baseball.....
The game that taught me how to breathe
eat,sleep,and dream of the thrilling play
learning to appreciate my teammates
but,also to respect my opponents
Sleeping with my leather glove
before a big game
dreaming of making the play
that makes a difference
knowing that no one player
was more important than another
practice together,play together
breathe together as one unit
Late spring and early summer
fresh cut grass and dragged fields
chalk lines so straight
you didn't want to be the first
to smudge and kick up the dust
so we always jumped over them
..........in the beginning,
but after the first pitch....game on
the lines may have been drawn before the game
but the game is played between the lines
once inside....
it's a new world....it's a new day
It's still a game of little boys
now being played by big boys
and big business.....
how the game can change
and get you to breathe
a different kind of air
and forget.....
it's only a game
Copyright © Jay Del Fierro | Year Posted 2007
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