The Early Works

A day at the beach

The taste of salty air,

Warm sand at my feet,

Getting ready for a day at the beach.

Picnics are packed,

Blankets are ready,

Swimsuits are on,

and we're all getting chatty

Happiness abound,

It's a beautiful day,

mom starts the car,

we're on our way



Baseball

As I slowly walk up to bat

I carefully adjust the rim of my hat

I watch the pitchers mit and wait

And hope the ball doesn�t fly

past home plate

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