Brent was the best,

With Columbus on his chest,

He made all the batters Fear,

I can still hear the crowd cheer.

He played with all his heart,

As that ball flew like a dart.

He’s the coolest guy I know…

Man he could throw!

When push came to shove,

The best pitch he threw was his love,

I miss him dearly,

But that cancer grew him weary.

He’s the best Christian ever,

And his soul will last forever.



By: Hunter Patchin