Scented breezes fill the air, <br />And rain clouds drift above. <br />Children playing without cares, <br />Running round with bat and glove. <br /> <br />Playing pepper on the field, <br />Till enough are gathered for a game. <br />Who knows what the day will yield, <br />No two days are quite the same. <br /> <br />Swinging for the fences every time, <br />Trying to imitate the babe. <br />Covered up with sweat and grime, <br />Rounding third he's got it made. <br /> <br />Left field throws it home, <br />But it's cut off on the way. <br />And the relay comes in strong, <br />Straight to the catcher, ain't no stray. <br /> <br />A slide, a cloud of dust, silence reigns, <br />And all around the great devout, <br />Scream and cheer and voice their their pains, <br />The runner has just been thrown out. <br /> <br />6/27/10 Alton Texas<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-159/
