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bases loaded two outs
on deck switch hitter
swinging the air seasoned
with spicy yellow mustard
and tangy sauerkraut
clay disturbed rising as
cleats ready themselves
hamstrings taut calves
tensed oxygen gulped
next up pawing then the
pitch cracking contact ball
sprouts wings flies out of the
park crowd kinetic screaming
energy he runs rounding
bases 1st 2nd 3rd home

Pamela A. Rossow

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22 thoughts on “Home

  1. Terrific! I’m panting. Don’t even play base-ball, it’s very well done.

    ‘…swinging the air seasoned

    with spicy yellow mustard

    and tangy sauerkraut…’

    Ah the mirth!

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    • thanks :-) great photos although I definitely don’t need a wedding photographer ;-) I love taking pics for fun and dream of photography classes and a fantastic Canon!!! someday!!!!

  3. Love your take on the theme of ‘Home’! The poem rocks along with the game, I really enjoyed it.
    Thanks for visiting mine earlier.

    • Awh, thanks Dan! My nephew loves baseball :-). He is forever giving me stats, telling me about out of the park home runs, and, if I have any questions re: b. ball, I ask him. Of course, watching him play is the best!!! Thanks for stopping by!

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