Wiffle Bats

Wiffle Bats

Wiffle bats, baseball hats,
Touch football,

Flowers in the spring,
Leaves in the fall,

Climbing up the neighbor’s tree,
Swimming in the lake,

A mug of hot chocolate,
A barbecued steak,

Catching frogs and fireflies,
Angels in the snow,

Nighttime crickets chirping,
Thunderclouds so low,

Whistling with my fingers,
Chewing on some grass,

The seasons as they come,
And the seasons as they pass.

Wiffle bats, baseball hats,
Touch football,

I love so many things in life,
I couldn’t name them all.

From Poem Man


About Kurt Brindley

He is tall but he hopes to accomplish more in life than just that...
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10 Responses to Wiffle Bats

  1. Steph says:

    Awww, Darling piece! :)

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Steph says:

    love the drawings, too! :)

    Liked by 1 person

  3. W. K. Tucker says:

    Took me back to my childhood. Loved it.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Tieme says:

    Fantastic, I have to agree: it brings you back to your childhood. The drawing adds to it! Have a good Sunday!


    Liked by 1 person


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