Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Friday, March 27, 2015

Rawr!

Hey hey POPcorn here! POPcorn!
pop pop
some kid stomping on an empty cup--
POP!
Heyyyyy batta batta batta....
Pop! Over here! Hey! Pop!
Today's line ups....batting first and playing center field...
Hey Coke! Two up here!
POPcorn, peanuts! POPcorn!

Tiger Stadium
Comerica Park
cold and windy
sunny and 70
Play ball!

pitcher nods, rocks,
let's it loose...

 Hey hey Ti-gers! Hey hey!
Ice cold pop here! Ice cold pop!

seams spin
ball dips dives
batter swings

Pop! In the catcher's glove
STEEEE-rike!

Baseball.
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My oldest and most enduring love, which returns every spring. For Corey's prompt at Real Toads.



 
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15 comments:

  1. TexWisGirlMarch 27, 2015 at 7:46 PM

    laughing at the word 'pop'. just not used here. everything is 'coke' even when it's not. :)

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  2. OutlawyerMarch 27, 2015 at 8:20 PM

    Ha. Where is the pop fly? I too love baseball. K.

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  3. OutlawyerMarch 27, 2015 at 8:20 PM

    Ps I have some elephant baseball I should send your way.

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  4. Sherry Blue SkyMarch 27, 2015 at 8:26 PM

    Awesome! Baseball indeed. To a T.

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  5. hedgewitchMarch 27, 2015 at 9:33 PM

    The perfect day indeed, if that's your thing. My grandparents were avid White Sox fans, so I understand the syndrome. Great use of sound words here, Shay.

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  6. Kerry O'ConnorMarch 28, 2015 at 1:58 AM

    Sounds like a lot of fun the way you have included the sounds, sights and aromas. Something worth waiting for.

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  7. brudbergMarch 28, 2015 at 3:23 AM

    Sounds like a lot of fun.. But alas I have never really been into sport..

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  8. Carol Steel March 28, 2015 at 6:46 AM

    What a joy filled, forward looking poem! We are up to our armpits in snow...still...in Eastern Canada. Thank you for reminding me of the happy sounds and smells of spring to come. The poem is a delight.

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  9. AnonymousMarch 28, 2015 at 7:47 AM

    aHey batta! This is sharp and clear like a line-drive to center field. So makes me remember early-season games in Wrigley Field watching my awful Chicago Cubbies. It was blissful when the sun was on the grandstands, cold misery in the later afternoon.

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  10. Grandmother MaryMarch 28, 2015 at 9:19 AM

    I grew up in a Red Sox household with a fanatic father who hauled us to games at Fenway. Then a boyfriend that played ball in high school sealed the deal. The scenes, smells and sounds of this are great.

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  11. grapelingMarch 28, 2015 at 12:28 PM

    the one thing I miss about my boys playing ball... ~

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  12. HerotomostMarch 29, 2015 at 11:36 AM

    Ahhhhhh yeah!!!! Spring training just wrapped up here. Love the sounds, sights and a good hot dog....lol. Thanks for writing Shay!!!

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  13. Jennifer WagnerMarch 29, 2015 at 6:26 PM

    Yeah!!

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  14. Maude LynnMarch 29, 2015 at 6:52 PM


    Believe it or not, I thought of baseball and you when I saw this prompt.

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  15. SaraApril 1, 2015 at 6:08 PM

    This one is a sensory pleasure. The only time I really like baseball is when it's live. There's something about getting in the stands and all the sounds. This poem made me feel like I was there:~)

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