The day of the game
By Elliot Mast
On the pitchers mound I see my dream come true in front of me.
In the batter’s box my dream is becoming a reality.
I hit the ball it soars through the sky I hear the crowd gasp and cry “He did it” “He did it”.
A homerun it has begun my dream come true my day in the sun.
Many more days like this I pray as the sun warms my face.
In this home of bats and balls I sit on the bench and Know here I cannot fall.
I hear them call number “12” You’re up to bat My hat holds in the thoughts I can’t deny this ball has got to hit the sky.
Another cry look how high this ball again has cleared the sky.