Ode to softball
The smell of the fresh cut grass.
The dirt that makes it a field
The feel of the new yellow leather.
The red seam that keep it all together.
The glove that fits you just right.
The fans that always have encouraging words.
The coaches and team mates that you consider family.
The smell of bubble gun and sunflower seeds in the dugout.
But the thing that matters the least ,
Is weather you win or lose.
The smell of the fresh cut grass.
The dirt that makes it a field
The feel of the new yellow leather.
The red seam that keep it all together.
The glove that fits you just right.
The fans that always have encouraging words.
The coaches and team mates that you consider family.
The smell of bubble gun and sunflower seeds in the dugout.
But the thing that matters the least ,
Is weather you win or lose.
