And its outta here!

A homerun poem.

 

 Finally I was up to bat

Sweat was dripping down my chin

I smiled and tipped my hat

To the stands where sat my kin

This was my time to shine

To prove my worth to the team

To show that I was just fine

I took my stance and tried to look mean

The pitcher spat on the dirt then threw

The ball flew straight and fast

My hands were on the bat like glue

I hit it a hard to make it last

And over the fence that ball went

Mom and dad stood up and cheered

The outfield was looking for the ball I sent

The team treated me with great revere 

 

Author's Note

Please refrane from saying bad stuff about my poems. Its just nice to do.

Reviews

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

This poem is very nicely done. My nephew passed away last year from cancer, he loved playing baseball with his children, and he also played on a team. Thank you for the good memories. Debileah