BY KEITH GARRETT

They come to play, these men of the field,

All dressed the same for this game they don’t fear.

Nine men with a number and a name on their back,

The goal is to defend and conquer this enemy whom will attack.

A crowd will gather in support of these warriors well trained,

They’ll cheer till the end, this battle of power that has its own name.

One by one each stands at the plate,

As one lone attacker throws his weapon their way.

With a bat in his hands he defends his ground,

A crack that echoes can be heard if he strikes back

At him what was thrown from the mound.

They dive and they jump to stop what’s sent their way,

Too hold back the attack of nine men here today.

These boys of Summer who fight to become champions

Of the game to be remembered for what they have done.

Keith Garrett