So cleaning my room and reducing some paper clutter I stumbled on this poem I drafted about a winter youth retreat a few years back.
A Collision on 5 Bases
Out after out and run after run
All would agree, we were having so much fun.
Who knew late in the game a play would occur
Which would have us laughing out loud for sure.
You see, the red ball ascended high into the air quite forcefully
And those who stood on base proceeded prematurely.
Into the arms of a fielder that red ball did land,
Forcing those on base to return to places unplanned.
For one there was no doubt on base she would stay.
No one would stand in her way.
Full speed ahead she ran toward her target.
To miss this next play would surely be a regret.
With eyes set on her mark she saw the great need
To lower her shoulder and pick up some speed.
From the corner of his eye the situation he saw,
He knew the red ball would be the one to lay down the law.
He took a firm stance and braced himself for the hit
But the red ball would be late and the out would not...sit.
A quick decision had to be made,
For he could not just let this opportunity fade.
At the moment of impact he threw himself theatrically to the snow,
It was the time to put on a show.
Safe at second was the verdict that came in.
Fair enough he thought to himself while rubbing his chin
Because it was worthy of the scene it had made.
'Tis a shame the event was not recorded, for a later date to be replayed.
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