the baseball field

the baseball field

A Poem by Matthew Sperduti


The perfect grass cut to perfection

The clay is done perfectly

The bases are at the ready

The foul lines are painted on the field

All the fans are ready to watch the game

The fans having the time of their lives

After the game the field is worn out

The grass is torn up

The clay is mest up

The foul lines are fading away

The next game the field is set

Homerun!

© 2019 Matthew Sperduti


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Added on May 2, 2019
Last Updated on May 2, 2019