Ode To Softball Poem by Evita Saldana

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


March/19/11