Patrick weseman

I am attempting some more poetry, so here it goes:

I am Baseball

from Rawlings and Cowhide

I am from the mound on the infield

Pointed, with a slab of rubber

It is a hill

I am from the infield dirt

the mixture of sand, slit and clay

Whose feel is soft

I am from the lightning of a magic arm

From Young to Scherzar

From the one-to-one battle that I control

I am baseball



Patrick weseman

Patrick weseman

Just a simple man, finding his voice. Nothing more and nothing less. I am not politically correct and not that intellectual but just curious about the world.