fs poem

Friends and Fun 

The batting practice and ground balls,
 the pops and line drives,
all this is just practice,
just another day in our lives.

Early morning wake up's,
breakfast on the go,
short shorts, sliders and cut-off  tops,
 it's not like we're in a fashion show.

 Double headers and late night games,
 weekend tournaments,
and practice in between,
 players, team-mates and best friends,
 for me softball never ends.

Brused up shines
and no more foul lines,
a catcher calling the shots
the pitcher hitting her spots


It's the winning hit,
it's the saving dive,
and playing with all your heart,
which keeps the love of the game alive.

The hard to catch fly ball,
 and the third strike call,
 it's all apart of the game,
 a game which you have to give it your all.
 in this unpredictable game of softball,

We endure it all,
the chily windy fall,
and the long cold winter above all.

Up here in Michigan,
we know that we can,
no ball will fall,
aslong as you give it your all.

As the summer gives way
the teams say good day,
just to start weeks later
fresh and new for the fall.

As teams start to practice,
fall ball learks in the wake,
thats when the real are seperated from the fake.

the leaves all fall
snow is on our back burner
school is just for the learner,
write paper after paper on our great game
and show its not a shame.

All in all I play for the fun,
going on the field to show of my gun,
to have fun in the sun,
a team going out to play as one.