Like thunder on a dry crisp night <br /> <br />The crack of the bat and the ball in flight <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />How many months I have now waited <br /> <br />Yet my eager enthusiasm has not abated <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />In the line I patiently wait <br /> <br />My tension mounting…hurry up open the gate <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Opening day is finally here <br /> <br />And in the stadium I hear the fresh crack of a beer <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />The opening pitch sent from the mound <br /> <br />And with it my heart begins to pound <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />The umpire calls “play ball” <br /> <br />So begins my favourite pastime till the return of the fall<br /><br />catherine barry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/baseball-12/
