The Love Of The Sport

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The cold spring air

Invites us to play

But brings out the crazed

This one fine day.

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As day turns to night

As shadows fall

The fields are ready

They wait and stand tall.

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Mothers bring their young

The ones they gave birth

Raised and loved

Introduced to the Earth.

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They know they must leave

But are worried and scared

The prey comes to devour

As if nobody cared.

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The young ones are herded

In to cages of wire

Some are nervous

Others rage with fire.

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A tamer stands before them

Barks and glares

He chews and spits

Growls and swears.

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Another tribe stands

Ready with arm

They're out to win

Kill and do harm.

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Soon the war will begin

Between the two packs

The presure is on

They await the crack.

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Two peacemakers

Step to the center

One is the 'Hawk'

The other 'Tormentor'.

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The field understands

It's job tonight

To watch the two clans

Battle and fight.

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They take position

This moment is it

No one can back out

No one can quit.

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The first on the list

Is up for the kill

They've practiced this

Drill after Drill.

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They divert the bullet

Survive the shoot

Race like a jag

The team gives a hoot.

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The animals are wild

They go crazed in their cage

They bounce off the walls

Play on their stage.

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The jaguar races

From base to base

He and the bullet

Are in a race.

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They reach home

An ultimate crime

They survived the first mission

Will they next time?

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Like children they play

And mess in the dirt

One little smudge

It couldn't hurt.

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The tamer is mad

He is in a rage

Their war paint is ruined

It is back to the cage.

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They eat and refuel

Energy they store

The battle is over

They can't take much more.

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The civilians watch

Scream and cheer

Some are happy

Some cry a tear.

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Those who survive

Are enemies no more

Those that were hurt

Drop to the floor.

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These battles are faught

To separate the weak from the strong

For those passionate ones

This is where they belong.

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One side has won

'Till death did they fight

Victory they called it

That one sweet night.

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So why do they do it?

This severe they resort

Why it's for the love

The love of the sport!

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Dedicated to: SOFTBALL

By Ruth.

May 15 1998

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