Field of Passion

As I stand in centerfield

I patiently wait for a ball to soar my way.

I move on every single pitch

just to keep my head in the game.

The sun's rays beam down on me

as I smell the freshly cut grass.

The tension is agonizing.

Three outs is all that we need.

We're playing with all of our heart

not letting anyone cross the home plate.

The sense of defeat is lingering in the air

as our team cheers for victory.

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