A sunny day with not a cloud in sight
Watching nine boys waiting anxiously for their chance at glory
Will any one of them make the play of a lifetime?
Finally the play is in action
Nothing but a red seam coming at me fast breaking into the zone
I send it right back into the outfield hitting nothing but grass.
Now I stand on first base thinking to myself
Will there be baseball in Heaven?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem