se115+Poem

Batter Up

Waiting on the bench, I sit at the edge being the next one up. Sitting nervously, I see the pitcher going really fast, Seeing my team strike out, one by one. Skipping me in the line up was what I wanted, but that was no option.

Stepping up to the base, I shake in fear. Supporting my tries, my team cheers. Running towards me, the ball moves. Stopping in my steps, I stand because it is too far out.

Jumping up the catchers says, "Ball." Stretching my legs and laughing it off, I could not believe I am almost done. Skating towards me the ball moves this time right in the correct spot. Slamming the ball, then it goes all the way to the outfield.

Seeing the outfielders try, all they got was an air high five Leaping outwards, towards home base. This is my home. Scoring or one and only run, to win the final game.

Cheering out load, we won our game. Smiling in the snack shacks hall of fame, with all the other champions.