First Day Of Practice

Time to hang up those skates

The winter and ice are all gone .

Time to play ball with your mates

First practice is on

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Dust off the old ball and bat .

Find those battered old cleats

Try and find that old lucky hat .

Play Ball !! How your heart beats .

The couch bats out some flies

We’re on a mad run .

It’s mine ! Everyone cries .

Yes , such pure Joy , all in good fun .

My turn at the bat

It’ll go over the fence

I’m sure of that .

Loosen up now don’t be tense .

The pitcher winds up

Lets a knuckle ball go

Eye on the ball , I’m not a young pup

But oh how I want a hit so .

Breaks to the right

Off the end of my bat

I hit that ball with all of my might

I hear the coach say “ Well look at that !

The ball soared over the trees

At the edge of left field

Fielder diving down on his knees

Driven to win never to yield .

He’ll never catch that

That ball is long gone

Said coach as he spat

That hit’s in the zone.

Face first in the mud

Glove hand outstretched

We heard a loud thud

What a catch ! We all are impressed !

Ah yes ! Play ball

That wonderful cry

Each year you hear temptation call

Play ball ! How hard can you try ?

By Luke

June 3^rd 2005