To Our Coach
It may be on a cool spring morning,
Or a hot summer afternoon;
Players come from all directions,
For skin will slap leather soon.
You can find them hot and dirty,
All sizes shapes and forms;
Men, women, boys and girls,
Dressed in sponsored uniforms.
They are led by a devoted coach,
Who keeps things safe and fun;
One who gives heart and soul,
Though a strike out, or home run.
And whether it's Casey at the bat,
Or, Brianna on the mound;
It's there at the Old ball game,
This faithful coach is found.
So, shake their hand, buy them a Coke,
Smile and let pearlys gleam;
Say, "thank you" every now and then,
To the Coaches of our team.
Writtnen by Loyd C Taylor
Please go to the contact page and sign my guest book.
Thanks, Loyd
