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Jason Tzannes

The Greatest Feeling

As winter moves towards us
I miss the dirt beneath my cleats,
The sound of the ball hitting the bat,
and the small crowd around the field.

The baseball diamond is like a nest for a bird,
It's a home to stay.
Even as the season is limited,
My season goes on.

I sleep with my bat, I sleep with my glove.
It's my life's true love.
I'll never forget my first mitt,
It was an automatic hit.

Even to this day I think
About the smell of the fresh leather,
My glove is like a car,
It's everyone's dream to have.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2012 EDITION]