POP!
It's the sound that breaks
the silence as the baseball
hits the bat.
His skin, brown from the sun,
he takes off running,
holding his red hat.
The boy runs around the bases,
doing his-home run dance.
He's a true lover of the game,
you can see it at just a glance.
Then we hear it from the bleachers,
"It's time to go home you little brat."
And I can't help but think
the little dear shouldn't be treated like that.
For a moment I thought I saw his
smile fade away and I felt bad
as I saw tears glistening in his eyes.
But I knew he'd be back tomorrow,
the game made his heart beat.
With the tender way he swung the bat,
there was no lie.
Author notes
Two word banks combined:
#3 Break, brown, boy, baseball, brat, bat, bad, hat, dears, moment.
#4 Moment, glistening, red, smile, lover, dance, heartbeat, tender, away, run.
I believe I used some form of each word in the poem.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Home run
You have explained so nicely how the world of sports can be ego saving to children who are emotionally abused by their parents.
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You sure love your word banks eh?! Maybe I should try some one day x great work again
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oh wow I LOVED this one... the poor little boy... to be called a brat when all you are doing is playing a honorable sport... you aren't out causing trouble. Just having a great time... but I bet you are right he'll be back again tomorrow... It's in his blood. Great write. I love this one.
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A sad story couched in the laguage of the game he loves perhaps his only escape from the sadness of hopme.
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