BATTER UP! <br />My stomach feels on <br />fire as if it were <br />a volcano erupting. <br />Crowd is cheering my name. <br />I look at my 3rd <br />base coach, <br />bunt sign! <br />Pitcher is hopping the <br />ball in her hand <br />like a game of <br />hot potatoe. <br />I grip my bat <br />feeling the rubber, <br />watching the ball, <br />Dink! <br />FOUL BALL! <br />I feel nervous, <br />yet anxious like a <br />freshmen <br />entering their first day of <br />high school. <br />The ball is spinning <br />making the colors like the <br />burning sunset. <br />SMACK! <br />I take off running <br />like a cheetah trying to <br />save her cubs <br />from becoming prey. <br />I am lighting transfering from <br />base to base. <br />My teammates congradulate me as <br />if i won <br />one billion dollars <br /> <br /> <br />March/19/11<br /><br />Evita Saldana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-softball/
