Centerfield Series...Right Field Poem by Juan Olivarez

Prone on the ground,
His face streaming tears.
Gazing back at the mound,
And surrounded by cheers.

Cursing his black luck,
For missing the line drive.
Like a wounded duck,
Slowly loosing his life.

Slowly he comes back to his feet,
Walking back eyes on the grass.
Somebody pats him on his seat,
Somebody with a lot of class.

Good try Bobby, you did your best,
He hears the skipper say.
Now take a shower, and get some rest,
Tomorrow is another day.

10/11/10 Alton Texas