Monday, June 22, 2009
One Piece by Heather Luthy
The Wait
Walkin up
First in line
Glove in hand
Cap on
And the jersey
Your childhood favorite
You get there
The cold iron gate
Between you
And the field
The line
Starts to grow
You hear a
Dull roar
The music starts
Glad you're in front
You will beat them
You will be first
To the field
The autograph
Is as good as yours
{Poem by Heather Luthy}
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