Oh the sounds of early summer at the ball field
Crack of the bat
sight of grass stain on the players's cleats
People screaming
jumping up and down from their seats
Peanuts and popcorn I can smell from afar
Catch a flyball
not a falling star
The sky was overcast
but it didn't matter
memories will always last
cuz it's 1 2 3 three strikes you're out
at the old ball game
Author notes
this is about a baseball game i went to in may. i have been so busy with looking for a job lately so i havent had too much to sit down and write a lot of poetry. Enjoy
Please tell me what you think
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really nice...u definately captured the energy of a ball game. i enjoyed it very much. thanks. peace and light always in ALL ways, kp
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