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| Balls, Bats, Cleats, and Gloves ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- The dirt, the scars, the bruises The glory that only fate chooses The bat, the ball, the cleats, the glove Softball is the gave I love The roar of the crowd when you get an out The cheers and applause when you hear them shout The feeling that you get when you're batting Those glorious memories that are ever-lasting The feel of the earth under you when you're sliding The light of the sun in your eyes is blinding The power of the bat connection with the ball The best feeling you can get in the world above all The adrenaline is mounting The crowd is shouting The game is tied & two are out All I can hear on third is the coaches' shout "We're all tied up & it's the last innings All you have to do is slide & we are winning" I can feel everyone's eyes on me as the pitcher winds up The ball leaves her hand & I take a lead, the catches misses it & I'm off Down the line I dash, dirt flying behind me Now home plate is all I can see Then the pitcher comes out of nowhere & tries to tage But unlucky fo rher I slide & make the bag The stands hold its breath, waiting for the umpire's call The ump's hands hold out side ways to signal the call "SAFE!" The crowd all scream & cheer as they pour onto the field Our victory is sealed. The bruises might fade but the glory won't The scars are there as a great reminder the bat, the ball, the cleats, the glove Softball is the game I love. By Rachel Bower Age 14 |
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