The Batter

Tony36

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

  • Author: Tony36 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 27th, 2017 10:18
  • Comment from author about the poem: Find this and many others at www.tanders-tma.blogspot.com
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Comments5

  • Michael Edwards

    Great sense of movement - super write Tony

    • Tony36

      Thank you

    • WriteBeLight

      Great work Tony!

      • Tony36

        Thank you

      • Garry

        Very good

        • Tony36

          Thank you

        • LIGHT WARRIOR

          OOOOH.. I was NOT AWARE that you PLAY! Sorry, I LOVE BASEBALL BOYZ...Great Write my friend

          • Tony36

            Thank you

          • Goldfinch60

            Good write, thank you for the journey.

            • Tony36

              Thank you, and welcome



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