Waiting to hear the crack of the bat
hitting that hardball's wrap
flying off and dying right
into foul, drawn-out, Ohhh... mouths
of the crowd, over infield shouts
encouraging fielder's route
to catch the airy out
remove all doubt
showing clout
blowout
No hitter!
-cec
Today we’d like to challenge you to try writing a poem of your own that uses rhyme, but without adhering to specific line lengths. For extra credit, reference a very specific sound, like the buoy in Hillyer’s poem