
They gathered on the hill
Clouds dark, threatening
There was no fear
Only the fresh taste of victory
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Author notesThis is a picture of my granddaughter's softball team. She is the one kneeling in the middle with the softball bat. I just loved this picture, the poem is just extra.. lol Please tell me what you thinkComments
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