Jan 2015
(c) 01-25-15
The cold has come
What once was green , now brown.
The air is cool
Promise of Spring to come.
Boys are gathered
Practice begins
for the games
to see who wins.
The ball is passed
Ball aloft at last.
Through the hoop
the points are cast.
They finesse the ball
as they pass and trick.
To out wit the opponent
as the clock does tick.
They win they lose
this season thus far.
Led by great coaches
has been better than par.
When the games are done
whether lost or won.
It is all in the fun
As they have a great run.
The cold has come
What once was green , now brown.
The air is cool
Promise of Spring to come.
Boys are gathered
Practice begins
for the games
to see who wins.
The ball is passed
Ball aloft at last.
Through the hoop
the points are cast.
They finesse the ball
as they pass and trick.
To out wit the opponent
as the clock does tick.
They win they lose
this season thus far.
Led by great coaches
has been better than par.
When the games are done
whether lost or won.
It is all in the fun
As they have a great run.
Basketball is upon us. The bleachers are hard but the fun is great.
Has been 6500 reads.
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Version called "Baseball"
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1583323/baseball/
Has been 6500 reads.
11-18-16. 16,100 times
12-21-16. 17,200 times
07-28-17. 28,300 times
05-18-18. 42,400 times
10-15-18 48,400 times
10-18-19 62,000 times
Who in the world is reading this?
Version called "Baseball"
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1583323/baseball/
