Thursday, April 28, 2011

the baseball

The baseball leaves the hand,
not sure where it will land,
in the grass or in someone's hand.

The ball is hit and it flies,
staying up in the skies,
remaining there until its demise.

imitation of "the eagle" in the poetry packet.

2 comments:

  1. King Solomon, I enjoyed reading this poem very much. I wrote a similar poem about baseball. Mine was called "The Closer." Read it if you'd like to. One thing that I liked about your poem was the rhyme scheme. You creatively made these two stanzas very smooth and, at the same time, made all three lines rhyme. I also liked the personification you used when you said "the ball is hit and it flies." This is a very nice poem!
    -Achilles

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  2. I agree with your comments, Achilles. And your poems do share a theme and similar tone as well.

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