Poetry. More of my thoughts in word form

The Win
Green grass on a calm day
when the wind has left and gone away
feeling the warm leather on your hand
seeing the hastily made footprints in the sand
feeling the sweat under your hat
as you prepare for the sing of the bat
as the ball flys toward the plate and the bat is swung
the connection is grand
in the sand new prints are quickly made
the ball launched toward shortstop
and is hastily caught and released
to meet with the baseman
to end the last and final inning
and have the feilders rejoice in winning
-Joshua M. Herrington-

I wrote this for school but every time I read it I realize how much I actually enjoy it. This is one of the few pieces I wrote that was not inspired by my depression or personal problems. I Hope you enjoy this as much as I do.