Dugout Dreams

Baseball Season is approaching and the Greatest Game is near. I recently wrote this poem about the game I love - and still play.

Unfortunately Bolgger does not allow for proper indentation for Poetry.....so this is the only format I could use. (English Majors please forgive me)


Dugout Dreams
By: Pete Rogers

The smells of
Fresh cut grass
Old leather
Tobacco
Pine tar
Sweat

The sights of
Long shadows
White lines
Grease under eyes
Dirty uniforms

The sounds of
Bat meeting ball
The pop of the catchers’ mitt
Spikes grinding against dugout floors
Chatter

The feel of
A well oiled glove
Smooth ash wood
Sliding into third
Late tags
Trotting around bases

The taste of
Victory
Dust
Long throws
Gatorade
Home Runs
Dugout dreams of
Extra innings
Pinch hit doubles
Championships

Just getting to play at all.