A Second Poem Attempt- Baseball
Oct 15, 2021
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