The ball came in close as it screamed past the batter
But the very next pitch was served on a platter
The batter swung mightily and the bat made a thwack
Whacking the ball with a thunderous crack
The scoreboard grew dizzy as it updated the score
While the fans in the seats let out a roar
The flag flew above in a westerly direction
Which the batter took note of upon closer inspection
The bases were loaded though they felt rather light
As the runners were leading just off to the right
The pitcher was ready, the crowd was alert
The batter bent down to rub his hands in the dirt
The stands were on edge, they didn’t want to be beat
If only the ball could muster some heat
The ball was released and came in like a flame
The very last pitch of this unforgettable game
The spectators gasped as they sent out their love
And the ball safely landed in the old catcher’s glove
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Poet Bio:
I am a writer of poetry and have been writing for several years, mostly in the children’s genre. I enjoy my work and write about what I feel. I have edited one book of poems.