This winter, my son entered a poem in a local writing contest at the behest of his mother, who happens to be an English teacher. Today he is being recognized for winning first prize 7-9 grade poetry in the Andrew Johnson Women's Club annual writing contest. I am sharing the poem here because I am proud of him and because it is baseball related:
Waiting on the Season
Salty tears run down
my cheeks
They come from agony
pent up for weeks
The cause of which I
may not know
It might come from
the fresh white snow
The baseball season
has gone away
And a shed is where
the bases lay
Players young and old
can’t wait for spring
When they receive
another chance to win a championship ring
The snow is gone from these parts but we are still waiting on the Greeneville Astros season to begin. Just two months until the draft and a few weeks after that the players will arrive.
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