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Friday, September 21, 2012

Up to Bat

Ball Field by Peter Griffin


No designated hitter 
when life pitches 
a curve, 
a slider, 
the occasional screwball;
the best tactic
is to knock the dust 
from your shoes, 
adjust your grip, 
and swing for the fences.


~~~ This poem was written in response to a prompt from Imaginary Garden with Real Toads about fences.

12 comments:

Anonymous said...

And hit it right out of the ball park :)
Lovely!

Daydreamertoo said...

Darn I just hit anonymous instead of Me! LOL

Laurie Kolp said...

This is great, Mary... wise words indeed.

Mary said...

This made me smile! Great philosophy!!

sreeja harikrishnan said...

oh woww.....your take is so different....loved your thought.....

Helen said...

In baseball analogy, a Grand Slam. We are arriving at the part of the major league baseball season that turns me into the ultimate fan! I love, love this poem!

Mystic_Mom said...

AWESOME! Love this! Swing for the fences when you face the screwball...totally rockin'!

gautami tripathy said...

Wonderful thoughts

wrapped in solitude

Susie Clevenger said...

Yes, it is up to us to bat it out of the park! Love it!!

Kay L. Davies said...

So true, with October close at hand.
Well done, Mary.
K

Hannah said...

This is such a motivational piece, Mary, very well done!

Margaret said...

This poem is a home run! (sorry, couldn't help myself)