Baseball Poems  

Love of the Game

by David Michael Chambers

Crack of the bat

Love of the game

This is a picture

That needs no frame

From the pitcher's stance

High atop of the mound

To the cheer of the crowd

What a terrific sound

The ball flies high

Up into the air

When it comes down

Will it be fowl or fair?

The outfielder runs hard

Attempting to catch the ball

But into fowl territory

Alas does it fall

Once again

The pitcher comes set

Letting go with a fastball

His fastest yet

The batter then swings

With all his mustered might

Hoping to hit the ball

Clean out of sight

Clearing that outfield fence

Is what he longs to see!

Trotting around the bags

Crossing that plate with glee

A pop the batter does hear

As the ball shoots into the glove like a spike

Followed by the umpire's ringing up

The batter's third and final strike

On his way to the dugout

Smiling without shame

With a heart that's full of love

For this Baseball game