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THE AMERICAN PASTIME: BASEBALL
By John O'Neil, Army
Writing Type: Poem
The sport of baseball has commenced;
Frantic fans have bought their seats.
The park is filled to capacity;
The players adjust their cleats.
The National Anthem is sung with gustoThousands
of fans stand in a row.
The umpire then shouts, ""Play Ball!""
To get the game to go.
Some fans have favorite players;
They carry names on cards to tell.
However, it takes nine innings
To prove the players did that well.
When the game is over,
And their team has got a win,
It's hard not to realize,
It was those fans who had the grin.
Frantic fans have bought their seats.
The park is filled to capacity;
The players adjust their cleats.
The National Anthem is sung with gustoThousands
of fans stand in a row.
The umpire then shouts, ""Play Ball!""
To get the game to go.
Some fans have favorite players;
They carry names on cards to tell.
However, it takes nine innings
To prove the players did that well.
When the game is over,
And their team has got a win,
It's hard not to realize,
It was those fans who had the grin.