Ode+to+the+Game+Ball

Every game there is a prize to be won, We lost this game, so it wasn’t as fun. The team of St. Martins was the opponent, The nine eighth graders were the main component.
 * Ode to the Game Ball **

The prize was a ball, While gripping it, outside, I could see the rain start to fall. It was no time to play, And like every good fairy tale, the clouds soon started to change to a hue of gray.

That ball is so special, very bumpy with a cover of cloud white, Having the ball in my hand was such a delight. While rubbing on those coarse, blushing red seams, I thought of a baseball story full of dreams.

The ball felt so soft, I felt like just tossing it aloft. Then the rain came down dancing in a circle, making me feel like I would drown, You can be assured my smile was very quickly replaced with a frown.

While we ran for cover, It did not take long for us to discover, A hot dog stand sitting there in the dark, The only one left in the park.

It is that one baseball, so special to me, This is not any regular story as you can see. This about a kid, who came to play, That ball was his prize on that memorable day. -Josh W. 7B