Whitman Style Poetry


I sing of baseball
Of sliding into home base
Of swinging the bat
Of pitching a fastball
Of catching the flying ball

I sing of spectating
Of cheering loud
Of working concessions
Of getting sunburned
Of nice, sunny weather

With loud stands and cheering people
Moving the bases
Clearing the field
Cleaning up the sand and remaking the marks
Till next summer

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