Ball caps on,
tickets bought
ready for the big game.
A pack of wrigley's spearmint gum
in my back pocket.
Finding the right seats,
a panoramic view of the field.
Waiting for the players to enter the field,
star spangled banner sang,
all hands on hearts.
The game begins with
people cheering and chanting
H......E.....Y.....
batter batter swing!!
another hit,
another run,
go team go i yell.
As i hold an overpriced beer in cheer
waving down the vendor
for a famous stadium dog with mustard.
A day at the park enjoying Ohio weather
This is how baseball should be
Don't know if you've noticed but life is like a baseball game
You start out as a rookie, then get through the middle frames
You start to notice the signs
It's the bottom of the ninth
Seems like a quick game but hope for extra innings remains
Swing of the bat, contests
Fielders’ gloves, ball in motion,
Run, slide, throw - called safe!
Innings are by turns,
Dramatic or biding, boxscores
Revealing who’s up.
Catching foul ball strays,
Or in bleachers just catch rays,
Fans cheer, hoot and wave!
Hear “Smack!” a hit!
Vendors warble, “Peanuts and beer!”
Star spangled banner.
If you come early,
Ask for heros’ autographs,
Snap players’ faces.
Distance ‘tween bases,
Had to be divinely ordained,
Perfecting the game!
Whether the home team ,
Overcomes temporary calamity,
Makes or breaks dreams!
© Chaim Wilson
You are the batter,
Shaking in your cleats,
Scared of what may come,
So scared you may flee.
The pitcher stands there noble,
Strong and steady,
His pitch is fast,
And you are not so ready.
The pitch is down the middle,
Right where you like,
But something comes over you,
Like the darkest of the nights.
SWING!
And you miss,
Satan got in you,
And gave you a kiss.
You walk back to the dugout,
And begin to weep,
You let your father down,
But then you leap!
You hop right back up,
Your at-bat again,
You get another shot,
This time Satan must not get in!
You pray to God,
Asking for Satan to be gone,
You dig in,
Humming in song.
With a smile on your face,
You watch the pitcher throw,
Right down the middle,
Yet this one was drove!
As far as you could,
The ball flew like out of a gun,
You watch with amazement,
As the pitcher says," That’s my son!"
You are the batter,
Shaking in your cleats,
Scared of what may come,
So scared you may flee.
The pitcher stands there noble,
Strong and steady,
HIs pitch is fast,
And you are not so ready.
The pitch is down the middle,
Right where you like,
But something comes over you,
Like the darkest of the nights.
SWING!
And you miss,
Satan got in you,
And gave you a kiss.
You walk back to the dugout,
And begin to weap,
You let your father down,
But then you leap!
You hop right back up,
Your at-bat again,
You get another shot,
This time Satan must not get in!
You pray to God,
Asking for Satan to be gone,
You dig in,
Humming in song.
With a smile on your face,
You watch the pitcher throw,
Right down the middle,
Yet this one was drove.
As far as you could,
The ball flew like out of a gun,
You watch with amazement,
As the pitcher says," That's my son!"
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