My First Love
Walking into my first game,
Shoulder to shoulder with the crowd.
The smell of peanuts
Is lofting in the air.
The teams prepare for battle,
Anxious for the game.
The first pitch is thrown
And the ball flies into the stands.
The crowd cheers as he
Rounds the bases like a prince,
And I have loved baseball
Ever since.
Walking into my first game,
Shoulder to shoulder with the crowd.
The smell of peanuts
Is lofting in the air.
The teams prepare for battle,
Anxious for the game.
The first pitch is thrown
And the ball flies into the stands.
The crowd cheers as he
Rounds the bases like a prince,
And I have loved baseball
Ever since.