The Base Race

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Quick poem about the love of my life, Baseball

Submitted: May 13, 2015

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Submitted: May 13, 2015

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~~Waiting at first,
To get a jump.
On this piece of dirt,
Stealing is completely legal.
One step, two steps,
Three steps, four.
Getting my lead so that,
On a hit I can score.
My test is simple,
Second base is my prize.
I must read him,
And read him good.
The jump is everything.
A poorly timed jump,
You’re a sitting duck.
He starts to deliver,
Being a lefty,
He has the advantage.
I have to take off first move.
Otherwise I’m done for.
Knee twitches and I’m off.
Running as hard as I can.
I hear the pop of the mitt,
Knowing I only have precious milliseconds.
I’m closing the gap,
To the base.
Sliding in quick and hard.
That’s how I won the base race.
 


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