The Game

Ummm, the smell of worn leather as I pull out my mitt
I thought I would toss around the ball a bit.

The overwhelming desire to score a run
To hear the coach say “well done.”

The crack of the bat, dug-out chatter
These are things that really matter.

You see, Spring’s in the air and my day has come
This is the year I’ll hit a home run.

Nine years old and full of vim
Nothing can stop me, I won’t give in.

To strike outs, double plays and trouble ahead
I’ll keep on going... that’s what I said!

I love baseball and all that it is,
Cheering fans and teams of kids.

It’s here we learn the principles of life
Like teamwork, sharing and taking a strike.

Thanks, Dad for taking me out to the field
For being there with me and teaching me skills.

A parent myself I use them today.
I take my boys and show them the way.

Things you taught me, too precious to name
I only hope I can help them throughout life’s game.