In April, another long season began
Baseball in October was everyone’s plan
Each team remained tough at home and on the road
Striving for the reward they felt they were owed
We have reached October; now, eight teams continue
Eight World Series dreams will be known in each venue
The playoffs are here and a new era rises
A time filled with hope and so many surprises.
For some clubs, the journey has been long and pained
For others, a drought which cannot be explained
The past does not matter; eight teams have achieved
Their postseason trips, because their hearts believed
Sound offense and defense helped to pave the way
For the clubs embarking on postseason play
All eight teams have proven their greatness and worth
Now, each franchise aims for a World Series berth.
Baseball in October is played by the best
Eight teams who stood higher than all of the rest
Each won their division or league’s wildcard
Their seasons were hallowed, as each battled hard
For five months, these teams kept the playoffs in sight
Longing to be where they now stand, on this night
Their hopes will continue, as each pitch is hurled
But, only one can be the best in the world.
© 2007 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection
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I love baseball. This poem is absolutely wonderful. My team didn't make the playoffs this year, so it's a little sad, but always next year!
Mary
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :D
nice writing like I said... lindalaw
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Jill, miss you.... Hope all is well!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Georg