Here on base
Bat in my hand
Focused and ready
I have taken my stand
The pitcher on the mound
Ball in his hand
Waits for the signal
From the catcher's hand
The pitcher looks left
The pitcher looks right
Then the pitcher winds up
Sending the ball in to flight
Closer it comes
Floating in air
Until it reaches the home plate
Then "CRACK" it's out of here
Faster and faster
It spins up and up
It flies past the fence
"HOMERUN" what luck
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Author:
Tony36 (
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Comments5
Great sense of movement - super write Tony
Thank you
Great work Tony!
Thank you
Very good
Thank you
OOOOH.. I was NOT AWARE that you PLAY! Sorry, I LOVE BASEBALL BOYZ...Great Write my friend
Thank you
Good write, thank you for the journey.
Thank you, and welcome
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