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| 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:
And hit it right out of the ball park :)
Lovely!
Darn I just hit anonymous instead of Me! LOL
This is great, Mary... wise words indeed.
This made me smile! Great philosophy!!
oh woww.....your take is so different....loved your thought.....
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!
AWESOME! Love this! Swing for the fences when you face the screwball...totally rockin'!
Wonderful thoughts
wrapped in solitude
Yes, it is up to us to bat it out of the park! Love it!!
So true, with October close at hand.
Well done, Mary.
K
This is such a motivational piece, Mary, very well done!
This poem is a home run! (sorry, couldn't help myself)
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