The PITCH goes high
The next goes low
From the BENCH
Watches each COACH
The players LURCH and
Tumble over each other
And land in the GULCH
All covered in MULCH
We cheer, we laugh
We jump for joy
Late summer fun at the ballgame

Georg’ann

I was STUCK today.
A dead battery left me
in a LURCH. As always
you came. Steady hero.
Dirt under your nails,
bits of MULCH in your hair.
Me, a daisy in distress,
feels the warm moisture
at my roots, tended
like any one of the plants
in your garden.

Heather