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Amanda Welsh Poem
The players take the field
Pitchers and catchers warm up
Pre-game practice is underway
The coaches and umpires discuss the rules
The coaches shake hands and walk away;
The home-plate umpire yells "let's play ball"
The game is underway.
The pitcher takes the pitching mound
Kicking and digging his cleats into the ground
The catcher sits behind home-plate
That fast ball he anxiously awaits.
A few practice pitches back and forth
Just pitcher and catcher;
The team is ready despite the weather
It really doesn't matter,
The umpire calls for the first batter.
Up to the plate the batter steps
Into his batting stance he's set
The pitcher throws an energetic curve ball
The batter swings at the ball
He misses;
"Stike One" the umpire yells
Deeper the batter digs into the ground
The batter swings at the next ball that flies from the mound.
Crack!
The 80mph fast ball flies deep into center field
The outfielder runs to make the out
Fielding the ball;
The center fielder dives,
The batter is out.
The game is just about done
The home team is down by just one run
Desginated hitter steps up to bat
Putting on a helmet and removing his hat,
He steps up to the plate
Digging his cleats deep into the ground
Standing close to the plate.
Here comes the final pitch
A knuckle ball with a slight twist
Oh no, it's beginning to mist
The batter swings following through to the ball
The bases are loaded
The crowd is going wild
Contact, a high-fly ball;
It's going, going, gone
A grand slam!
The home team has won.
The teams line up
Sportsmen-like they shake hands
A job well done
Gatorade to re-quench their thirst
Our team has moved into first.
The coach says "Ok boys, take a knee",
"It's time to announce todays MVP".
To the batting cages we go
Even if our parents say "no"
The coach sits back and says "Let's go!"
This is the story of a baseball player's legacy.
Copyright © Amanda Welsh | Year Posted 2006
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The sun comes up early in the morning
Green leaves turn to bathe in the sun
Flower petals open widely and stand proud
As the caterpillar slowly begins to wake.
She begins
Inching along
Absorbing her surroundings
Soaking in what it means to be "me".
She grows
In stature, in knowledge
In love, in understanding, and grace
Painfully she grows through cheers and jeers.
She changes
Not who she is, but
Rather what she is turning into
A young, thriving, vibrant butterfly.
She blossoms
Like a flower's petals
She is colorful, majestic, and strong
Her beauty will captivate and mystify for ages.
Copyright © Amanda Welsh | Year Posted 2006
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Amanda Welsh Poem
Secret thoughts
Lurking within one's mind
The forbidden fires I join and play
A devious ex-lover with whom I lay.
Another lover
One's secret desire
Continually igniting that forbidden fire.
Deviously;
The ex-lover heavily hovers
Never again,
To charasmatically share those loving covers.
Alas,
To distinguish the forbidden flame
One's heart,
Filled with embarrassing shame;
Cheating,
Without even a care
The story of a devious lover's affair.
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A new breath of life
Something so new and fresh
A new outlook on life
Given that much needed second chance.
Energetic and so very much alive
Like the birth of a new little baby
Eager to live and learn
With a new breath of fresh air.
No longer choking and dying
My life now vivid and clear
No more sleepless nights and crying
No longer smuggled by that depressing life
Finally free with a new destiny.
A new chance to live life to its fullest
An experience from a whole different perspective
Like a bright and beautiful summer day
Where the kids run wild, have fun, and play.
A rejuvenating second chance to live my life
No longer kidnapped by that depressing life
I'm finally free;
Another chance,
Another destiny,
To live and be a brand new me.
Copyright © Amanda Welsh | Year Posted 2006
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