Baseball

(A poem by me)

Once again it's that time of year -

Should I cry or should I cheer?

A baseball almost hit me; that one was too near!

But I guess I'll keep watching the game.

Oh no, I have to sit facing the sun!

Squinting like this isn't any fun.

Wait - my brother just batted in a run!

So I guess I'll keep watching the game.

Now someone hit a foul pop fly

We stare as if flies up high in the sky.

I hope it doesn't fall right on my eye!

If it does, I'll stop watching the game.

I can't believe it - a double play!

This is what they practice for every day

My brother is smiling, we shout 'hooray'!

Now I have to keep watching the game.

The little boys, ages six to eight

Walk determinedly to the plate.

Until it's over my inevitable fate

Will be to keep watching the game.

Are we in the last inning now?

How many innings do they allow?

But I know that our team will win somehow

If I just keep watching the game.

Now it's over - that wasn't so bad!

If there weren't any ball games, I guess I'd be sad.

My brothers come to the recitals I've had...

I guess I'll keep watching their games.