Saturday, May 3, 2008

A Guy's First Love by 14

14 had to write a Shakespearean sonnet. Man, did he do a great job!!

Green grass becomes the focus of my heart

Orange dirt grinding into my cleats

White straight lines make the field a work of art

Yellow sun freckles any skin it meets

Food and baseball make a double feature

Inhale the smell of popcorn and leather

Family settles into the bleacher

Fans to the end no matter the weather

Calm on the outside my pulse races swift

My passion can just barely be contained

A pop fly to first, the catch is a gift

Delight surges from my body unrestrained

My heart pounds every time I touch a glove

Baseball is my all Baseball is my love

1 comment:

Kevin said...

Ahh, the truest love of all. The ultimate metaphor for life. Careful kid, she'll break your heart every fall then tell you she loves you come spring. If you're a true fan of the game the love will be stronger than anything you'll ever know. The heartbreak? A true character builder. She'll be back come spring and you'll be waiting to welcome her with open arms.