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English Sonnets and Baseball Games

English Sonnets and Baseball Games

My last semester of high school, I studied Shakespeare’s tragedies (Julius Caesar, Hamlet, Macbeth, King Lear) and various sonnets. One of my assignments was to write my own English sonnet.

I was inspired by the Irish tune “The Foggy Dew.” It’s beautifully haunting and one of my favorite pieces to play on my flute.

 

 

Midsummer’s day looked over war,
And now the soft shadow of night doth fall
Where long grass once rolled with heath of the moor.
Now death’s gentle cry rings out a chill call.
The haunting pipes long since ceased weeping,
Éire’s bold colors no longer sway proud.
And yet the fog comes quietly creeping
As if its dew could become the dead’s shroud.
Some hardly men from mother’s hearts torn,
Young they were, yet this world undeserving,
For many more dark nights their lovers mourn,
For true courage is always unswerving.
The dead have left this trembling jar of clay,
To live, to fight, to face another day.


Next week, I’ll be at a writing conference! When I return, I’ll share some photos and things I learned while there.

 

Allison Grace blogs at allisongracewrites.com

 

Where’s Glendale?

 

Glendale at Progressive Field
Glendale got to attend his first baseball game at Progressive Field (home to the Cleveland Indians) on Wednesday! While we couldn’t stay for the entire game, we watched most of it. The Indians wound up winning! (Hooray!)

 

Popcorn
As we left during the rain delay, we passed this statue. There’s a spider web over the guy’s face. Someone apparently thought it would be a good idea to stick a piece of popcorn in it! I don’t think the spider is too happy about it. XD

 

 

 

That’s The Ballgame–A Poem

That’s The Ballgame–A Poem

I wrote this poem a few years ago. It’s still one of my favorites.

 

 

Bottom of the ninth,

Home team down by two.

 

Bases loaded,

Two outs.

 

The first pitch,

Graceful curve,

Low, ball one.

 

The next throw,

Fast and quick,

Swing and miss.

 

A high ball,

Slow and just outside.

 

In the dirt,

Then a swing,

Full count.

 

The crowd is on its feet,

Jumping,

            Roaring,

                        Screaming,

                                    Stomping.

 

The batter grips the bat,

Heart pounding,

Hands sweaty.

 

This one swing,

Just one more,

And the game could be over.

 

The pitcher winds up,

Deep breath,

Flying high.

 

Swing.

Crack.

Foul.

 

The crowd is louder,

Whipped into a frenzy,

Clapping,

                        Shouting,

                                    Waving,

                                                Staring.

 

The pitch,

The batter swings.

Contact.

 

Soaring high,

Into right field.

Up.

Up.

Up.

Past the foul posts,

Past the outfielders,

 Over the wall,

Out of the park.

 

Grand Slam.

 

And because I love baseball, have some photos.

 

Francisco Lindor stepping up to bat. Progressive Field 2017
Francisco Lindor stepping up to bat. Progressive Field 2017
Francisco Lindor again. Progressive Field 2017
Francisco Lindor again. Progressive Field 2017
Jose Ramirez at Spring Training. Arizona 2018.
Jose Ramirez at Spring Training. Arizona 2018.

 

Where’s Glendale?

Meet Rebekah, Avendor's rightful queen.
Wait! That’s not Glendale! May I present to you, Rebekah, the rightful queen of Avendor. *cue applause* I adore her gown, and I’m not a clothes person.

 

Allison Grace blogs at allisongracewrites.com

 

Talk to me!

Do you like baseball as much as I do? Did you miss Glendale this week? What’s your favorite snack to eat while watching baseball (or any sport for that matter)?