tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59223800822324198132011-12-08T08:31:33.349-08:00The Big Can Openernoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5922380082232419813.post-89438897930308848872008-07-23T08:39:00.000-07:002008-07-23T08:41:39.580-07:00Hey all.<br />I am starting a blog, and couldn't think of what to start it with, so I decided to start it with a poem that I wrote. It's about baseball, and I call it "the game of life." let me know what you think of it, if you will.<br /><br />The Game of Life<br />< xml="true" ns="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" prefix="o" namespace=""><br />The twirler goes into his windup<br /> And then he throws the pitch<br />SMACK the Batter shoots out of the box<br /> Gets off without a glitch<br /><br />Bases full, runners already there<br /> The Hitter follows in their lines<br />Coaches at every turn and corner<br /> Leading Him with their signs<br /><br />Rounding first and gaining speed<br /> Being careful to stay the route<br />For if he leaves the mark-ed path<br /> The ump will call him out<br /><br />The outfielder fumbles with the ball<br /> Allowing the Runner to advance<br />It hadn't seemed like he would score<br /> But fate now gave Him a second chance<br /><br />The Runner's eyes blaze with fire<br /> As he stretches two into three<br />He begins to get a little winded<br /> But strong and steady stays he<br /><br />The crowd roars with excitement<br /> And urges the runner on<br />He approaches the final leg of His trip<br /> no stopping now, he's almost done<br /><br />It's been a long hard road, this diamond path<br /> And the Runner's legs feel flimsy and frail<br />But He has been training many years for this<br /> And knows that they will not fail<br /><br />His goal, home plate, is in His sight<br /> He's almost back where he began<br />A few more feet and He'll cross home plate<br /> To join those who before Him ran<br /><br />The throw to home was coming strong<br /> And our Fellow was forced to slide<br />The fans stormed the field, screaming with joy<br /> And He lay on his back with them all at His side<br /><br />The crowd dispersed, the game was over<br /> Victory went to the home nine<br />All that remained were the Runner and His squad<br /> His heartbeat went into slow decline<br /><br />He thought about his hectic trip<br /> And what He had achieved<br />He overcame all obstacles<br /> Pushed by the many who believed<br /><br />Six teammates helped Him to his feet<br /> And down the dugout stair<br />The stadium now was calm and peaceful<br /> Not a whisper broke the air<br /><br />Into the clubhouse they trundled slowly<br /> Reflecting on the magnificent run<br />The sun was slowly setting over left field<br /> And the Game of Life was done.<br /><br />And the Game of Life was won.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5922380082232419813-8943889793030884887?l=userinblack2009.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Big Can Openernoreply@blogger.com0