“Ode to/on Playing Softball”
She grabs a helmet, and her lucky bat,
High fives her team, and comes out to bat,
she walks to the plate and fixes her stance,
as the crowd cheers on for her homerun chance.
The games on the line,
as the scores 8 to 9,
Two outs and last at bat,
is this it, or will she hit that?
As the ball comes in,
strike one,
strike two,
her heart is beating like tap dancing shoes.
One more strike and her team will lose,
Will she let it happen,
and will they win or lose?
The pitcher winds up,
and pitches the ball,
the girl smacks it into the commodious hole,
like a rocket ship through the skies,
it flies, it flies, and it flies.
She runs and runs as hard as she can,
reaching third base, did you think she can?
Risky but smart she leaps for home,
as the ball comes rolling in,
will she make it home?
The catcher stands awaiting at home plate,
Big, tall, and very strong,
suited in pads like a army man,
waiting for her teammate to throw in the ball,
inches away she is from home,
will fear stop her from scoring the run?
Her teammates cheer on for a homerun.
They bang, cheer and jump up and down,
The dugout is so unbelievably loud,
like fireworks going off in the sky,
The energy on this time is sky high.
She slides; she slides,
under the tag,
the crowd starts screaming,
and looks like she has fans.
She gets up and dusts off just a little bit,
as the crowd cheers on for her amazing hit!
That night before bed, she thought about it,
and realized that she couldn’t have done it alone;
team work is what she needed,
to make it home!
