Pop, the baseball hits the center of the glove.
Whoosh, the bat swings 'round but misses the ball.
The grass rustles with the wind from above.
Without a hit the team will fall.
Thump, thump, hearts beat fast
Thip, the ball leaves the pitcher's hand.
Ping, the ball is punished by the bat.
Eyes follow the ball across the grand stand.
Our team wins the game, now how about that.
Screams of disappointment and joy
Onomatopoeia, End rhyme, personification
This is a great baseball poem! There are some great onomatopoeia usages in this poem. Great post!
ReplyDeleteNice poem Griff! This is really good, I like how you used the onomatopoeia!
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