Baseball

by Miles Hart

The luscious green grass,
The hard brown dirt,
The paper white bases,
All create a baseball field.
The player up to bat so calm and cool under pressure
The game tied at 3 with two outs
and a runner on 3rd,
The game on the line.
The first pitch
comes right down the center of the plate,
Swing and a miss,
strike one.
Pitch number two
a curve ball dropping two and half feet,
Strike two!
Pitch number three
a change up on the outside corner of the plate.
Crack!
The ball is hit.
the ball travels through the air
as the crowd standstill,
You could hear a pin drop.
Going, Going, Gone!
Homerun!
Homerun!
They win the game.
The crowd storms the field in joy
of the win as they celebrate.

 

Miles Hart is a seventh-grader at Hawthorne Scholastic Academy in Chicago.


Published in Ballparks, Fans, Free Verse, The Game Itself | Link to this poem | 2 Comments

Baseball: 2 Comments

  1. Alan P Rudy wrote,

    WAY TO GO, MILES!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  2. Ms. Garner wrote,

    So cool to see you in print Miles! This is great!

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