Sandlot Poems - Poems about Sandlot

... It was a late Saturday morning, and I was getting my 12-year-old self ready for our weekly summer sand-lot baseball game. I had my ball glove hanging on my bicycle handlebars, two baseballs, and my......

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...those moments i hold when love held me jewels that adorn my memory some are of you others are lodges far deeper a populated field of young wannabe future all-stars filling a sandlot full of fu......

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...Nostalgia setting in as I look back Nothing seems worthwhile any more Once we seemed to be on the right track Does a better world lie in store. We had moral standards on TV The National Anthem e......

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...Joys of a childhood in summer return As my life slips quickly into autumn's grasp Carefree days romping through meadows Hiking through densely overgrown paths Clandestine alliances with special f......

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...You f*cking psychotic side b*tch Why don’t glide off my side take a hike before I grab a knife and slice your wrists I love watching you walk away I’m an a** man when there’s no sight of your t*t......

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...It was a magical time. It was youth and exuberance; It was excitement and discovery; it was innocence. It is now just memory, ah, but once it was the reality of sunshine and butterflies. The seeming......

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...No more school books ‘cause summertime is hither. Happy children are playing - school is finished; sandlot baseball in summer such a dither; free unhindering time is not diminished. Pe......

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...On the lower east side were a melting pot just a bunch of city kids with no sandlot this particular day being extremely hot fanning ourselves with all we got, Hanging around outside on our fron......

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...Some walked, others biked As we gathered at the park There was Jimmy, Peewee Ricky, Billy and Mark Neighborhood boys From blocks around, they'd descend For the Sandlot World Series It was frie......

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...The crack of the bat, game’s invocation From stadium to sandlot, all the same Temples to the spirit of our nation Listen closely, wind whispers ancient names The greats in attendance at every gam......

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...Upon the jagged rock, Where cloven hooves did trot. A maiden clothed in dock, Thought life was meant for naught. Adorned in nature's frock, Awaiting wind's onslaught. Ticktock, ticktock, the ......

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...I awoke to a memory that asked to be felt through the emotions of An early rising seeing boys playing in the park without wondering about the meaning of life because at that time......

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