Base the Facts: A Poem

via Daily Prompt: Base

Base the Facts

Building growing, bottom showing,

Stem from me up t’ward the sky.

Running round the pitchers mound,

Or salts and baking soda dry.

An  army camp, or low-pitch amp,

A place to build, a place to fall.

Ideas to steal, sound you can feel,

Support is crucial to us all.

Bases are found everywhere,

But do not pop out of thin air.

They’re manufactured, or built by hand,

A market that’s in high demand.

So whether real, or figurative,

They’re everywhere we choose to live.

The music that we listen to,

The games and food and buildings too.

So bases, though they seem so tame,

Are humble beginnings and roads to fame.


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