Safe at Home

Glaring down the man
on the mound
A dogged head likened
to a hound

Gotta reach first
my goal is there
a hit, a bunt, a bean ball
don't really care

So I look
I took
four straight pitches
my jock and my poison, down there
truly itches

I reach first in a hurry
steal second in quite a hurry
I glance at third
as I start to scurry

passed ball
the next pitch
home again, home a again
safe
not to worry

poem by Matt Mondschein
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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