A switch hitter looks for 'that' pitch.
That certain one,
To bat a home run off of it.
Not to swing to foul or strike out.
But to prove his game played is legit.
With the hope that a home run,
Gets some cheering from a crowd...
Paying to have fun.
And the cheering done as the hitter runs,
Is prayed not to be the only one to come.
And in the dugout the hitter is welcomed,
As a hero.
Ending with a ceasing of cracked jokes.
And the spitting out of old bubble gum chewed!
As a new pack is passed...
While the players encourage the next at bat!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem