Sam's Poem: Crack
s Crack! The 32 inch black mako beast hits the white ball The two different worlds of pitcher and batter collide There's a moment of silence A moment where all eyes are no longer on me Nor on my teammates Not even on the other team All eyes are on the white ball Flying through the air All attention is on the single white ball. The ball that will determine the future of our team The ball flies like a hawk It soars over the field Over my teammates And over the other team’ Perfect. That’s what it was, from the wind, To the sun, and the clouds. It was almost as if, The wind carried the ball for me. If only I could get the attention that, the ball got. A spotlight like I was an actor. Just for one more day, I want to be like the one signing autographs. Happily hitting the ball. Cause’ I know Ken could kill the ball. When you hit the ball 500ft to dead center you feel like Dunn. A bomb is hit to left and you...
