Friday, 6 April 2012

Back at The Diamond - softball poem NaPoWriMo Day 6

Back at the diamond

A diamond drawn in fresh white powder
makes this more adult than childhood rounders

the new season's cleats slice through grass,
release this Summer's scent en masse

swallows criss-cross the weed-strewn pitch
inches above my resting mitt

marked with my team names - Renegades,
Rangers, Centurions, Clanger Brigade.

Dad said "you can't throw, run or catch
why would you play in a softball match?"

encouragement had me running home
this was never a feat I achieved on my own

an outfielder that can't throw the distance
laidback second, but there in an instant

on first base, trusted and terrified
I make a catch, that make winners of our side

Sarah L Dixon

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