Diamonds & Dugouts

Crack of the bat, that symphony of splinters,

Players on the field chasing nine-inning winters,

Spit sunflower seeds, dirt stains on the pants,

Outfield boys doin' ballet, no chance.

Round the bases, home is the goal,

Pitcher's mound stories, heart and soul,

Nine players deep but one common dream,

Under the stadium lights, we all gleam.

Fastball fury, curve drops like a guillotine,

Ump calls it wide, the crowd starts a mean routine,

Catchers play chess while we watch their signs,

Every pitch a poem, every swing defines.

Round the bases, home is the goal,

Pitcher's mound stories, heart and soul,

Nine players deep but one common dream,

Under the stadium lights, we all gleam.

Pop fly kissing the clouds, majestic arc,

Sliding feet first sends sparks in the dark,

Line drive zippin’, grass blades can’t respond,

Holding tight to dreams on this field of beyond.

Scoreboard's ticking, but the time freezes still,

Whether big league parks or a sandlot hill,

Life is the diamond, dirt in my veins,

Baseball forever, its rhythm remains.