My Dream

June 13, 2010
Intense game
No outs
Sweat pounding from faces
Spitting seeds
Like a torpedo.
Waiting for balls
To be hit to me
As I gaze upon the fresh grass
Eager to dash
In a pile of sweaty bodies
Pitch after pitch
My heart beats faster
Sometimes skipping beats.
3 outs away
2 outs away
1 out away
I gawked around
To only see cheering fans
I then grasp my leather glove
Waiting to rejoice with my teammates
STRIKE 3!
We all hasten to the mound.
Body after body
My ears ringing with cries
My dream has come true.





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