At The Minor's Field Poem by Efren Petalver Carranza

The Li'l Leaguer's now in uniforms,
And the ball game is ‘bout to begin.

My young hero in position one,
For the Orioles against the Indians;

Kevin stepped on the pitcher's plate,
"Go! Orioles, " the parents cheered.

"Batter's in, " the umpire yelled,
He pitched, the ball went wild.

"Ball, " the umpire called. Again,
He pitched to the batter's shin.

Hit by pitch, the batter walks on base,
Still at first when the catcher missed.

"Ball, " 2 and 0, the umpire signed,
And some parents began to whine.

Bases are loaded but all walks,
And their slugger is up to bat.

Pitch by pitch, she tried to hit,
A foul, a tip, the third, she missed.

With one out on the score board,
The outfielders are getting bored.

The next batter, my neighbor's son,
He tried the same as hard as he can,

Swing after swing, he lost his chance;
The ball was caught, two out at once.