Baseball
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Rhys Deegen, Grade 9
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Poetry
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2013
Feel the rumble of the stadium surrounding you,
Like a charging rhinoceros.
Hear the bellowing fans as you take the field,
Like the morning alarm clock.
Smell the freshly cut grass as you take your position,
Like falling through a trapdoor of fragrance.
Taste the sweat on your fingers,
Like a salty serving of Schweppes.
Your sights get set on the pitch, see the ball hit the bat,
React to the ball like a pouncing hyena.
Because baseball is a game of the senses,
A game that defines the best, all the way out west.
There is nothing else like it,
Baseball.