Baseball (Cinquain)
Baseball
soars towards the clouds
beside it, it carries
all passengers seeking their field
of dreams
By Lorraine Stark
By Lorraine Stark
By Lorraine Stark
By Lorraine Stark
By Lorraine Stark
While walking on a
country road she
decided to stop and
rest in a cornfield
between the stalks
almost as tall as she
endless beauty
stretched before her
the sky, the sun, geese
flying by the wind
carrying the first hint of
autumn she heard her
heart beating she could
not remember the last
time she did and she
relished in the moment
with joy
By Lorraine Stark