Baseball Poem

He pulls on a helmet, and picks up the bat, And walks to the plate, “got to hit and that’s that”.

The crowd starts to yell, the games on the line. Last inning, two outs, the score nine to nine. Dad yells, “go get it”, Mom wrings her hands. Coach hollers, “hit it”, but alone there he stands. Heroes are made in seconds such as this, But he is just a little boy, what if he should miss. Years after the games ended and he‘s little no more, He won’t remember the outcome or even the score. No, he’ll have forgotten if he was out, got a hit, or a run. He’ll look back on those days with his friends and remember the fun. So cheer this boy on, alone with his fate, Help him remember with fondness this stand at the plate. Spend your time wisely and help in his quest, To be a hitter with confidence and always his best. And when the games over, this boy can stand tall, For you’ve helped him prepare to give it his all.
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