This poem was inspired by remembering many years ago when my baseball coach gave a speech the day before a big game. He gave a talk to the team about a golfer that was sick. He would lay in his bed dreaming about playing golf. In his dreams he would always see himself hitting the perfect shot. This went on for several weeks as he played rounds of golf in his head. When he got over his sickness several weeks later, he was able to go out to the golf course and shoot his best round of golf ever.
The mind has to
See it … believe it
And plan out the steps
To achieve it.
Many great athletes
Practice with thoughts
Before they compete
And give it all they got.
The batter in baseball
Will visualize
As the pitcher’s arm
Begins to arise.
Seeing the ball released
Towards home plate
Thinking will it curve
Or will it go straight?
The hitter strides
And the bat comes around
To hit the ball solid
With such a sweet sound.
Poem by Mark Shields – © 02-08-2018
