Baseball

The pitcher throws The batter swings It flies into the night Like the ball had wings Runner at first He takes his lead He will steal second Using blazing speed Rounding third Heading home The game has been won With a talent home grown The umpire's arm Snaps in the air The batter turns With a cold eye stare The skies open up The rain starts to fall Fans are wondering If the game will get called So many things going on All over the field The players with a weakness Will always be revealed 6-4-19/RjH