Fate

The cheering of the joyous fans

calls me to the plate

 

The smell of fresh cut grass 

awakens my mind from its slumber

 

I stare into the loathing eyes

of the pitcher who stands in my way

 

The ball comes

twisting and twirling 

towards my face

 

I swing

 

The thunder of the people up above

 

The bat connects with a CRACK

 

The ball sails over the wall

 

The sun warms my face

BaseballCat14

VT

13 years old

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