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There's No Place Like........... You're in the ninth, last bats for them and you're still up by two. The mantra of third basemen, "Preparation-Follow thru." Repeating, "Men on first and third. Two out, we're up by two." The winning run is at the plate, a hit could get them two. Hit hard a quick throw across to first, a thought on what to do. A chopped slow roller down the line now makes it's way to you. Quick charge the ball, sprint in full speed the runner by your side. Control of task the modum here, both eyes are on the prize. The lunge, the grab, seams raised, good grip, as he begins his slide. That glove is low, afront the plate, the dust begins to rise. You load, take aim, then freeze the frame, and now you're all alone. The "Pop!!", concurrance by the ump, "Yerr Out!!!" No place like home... |
Additional Notes:
Always like "Casey at the Bat", except for the ending. My favorite team, the Angels of course..
This Poem was Critiqued By: Latorial D. Faison On Date: 2005-09-05 12:15:32
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.95122
Paul, I found myself feeling as though I was at the game as I read this poem. It was perfectly written. With each line, the momentum was building up and I found myself reading the poem very fast and with vigor as it probably should have been read.
How on earth did you do it? (smile). I'm not much of a baseball fan, but my husband is, and I played for my team in highschool.
I think you've done a tremendous job with this poem. The wording is so on point and is an additive to the reading of the poem. Great job.
Latorial
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