One Hit Away
The sound of the fans.
The voice in your head.
You walk to the plate.
The silence extends.
The sound of the ball.
Cutting through the air.
The swing of the bat.
Without a care.
The crowd go's silent.
They look in the sky.
But then they realize.
It's going to fly.
Over the fence.
Beyond the shade.
They all look.
Then my point was made.
I hit that ball.
And scored one run.
But thats all i needed.
To have fun.
Copyright © Mike Anderson | Year Posted 2008
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