..: : Baseball: : .. Poem by Jonathan F24

I felt something in my blood,
As the crowd roared like a flood.
As it started to rain,
I felt this pain,

This pain was killing,
But I said, “My dream, I must keep fulfilling”
So I continued with determination,
In every ball, I put concentration,

To get every ball across the plate,
And get numbers, up on that slate,
Strike One! Called the umpire
And I was going, like a live wire.

Strike Two! Yelled the umpire.
As I was sweating, like I was on fire.
Everyone started to itch,
As this was the last pitch.

I threw the ball, as fast as I could,
Before the batter, could make contact with the wood….
STRIKE THREE! ! YOU’RE OUT! !
And the batter walked off with a pout,

And then, without a doubt,
The crowd screamed, roared, yelled and shout.
That was it, we won the game,
Now we live, in glory and fame.

Every player was now called heroes,
And never ever called again zeroes.
After this day we were known as champions,
And I now travel to the Grampians.