A dream, confidence builder.
Coaches instruct and encourage;
Players learn, grow stronger, wonder.
Pitcher winds up on the mound.
Catcher crouches in front of ump.
Batter taps dirt, takes position.
Ball lands in mitt with a thwump.
Fans keep watch, show support
From hardest imaginable seats.
Popcorn, spicy chips, bottled water
Comfort while following great feats.
"Pop-nuts, pea-corn, sody-gum and chewin' water!"
Announced Mom and her sis.
Their rendition before every game.
Now voices of the past, still whispering.
My grandson grinds dust into pants,
Pitches fast ball, watches, waits.
Runner dives for third,
Ump sweeps the plate. Play ball.
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For years I've written poetry and stories for my family; they are my inspiration. This poem came to me while watching my grandson pitch. When I'm not writing, you may find me at a ball game cheering for one or more of my grandchildren. Blending the old with the new is a favorite theme of mine; exploring changes and constants is the name of the game. My mother and my aunt taught me their favorite sayings that had to be repeated before and during a baseball game.