The Pitcher Poem by Amanda Nixon

The Pitcher

Rating: 4.5


In the early spring,
When the grass is just turning green,
The pitcher is standing on the mound,
Ready to pitch to the other team.

All she can smell is the dirt on the ground,
And all she can hear are the players on the field,
Cheering her on to throw a strike,
So that she can build her confidence.

She releases the ball,
Just a little too late,
The batter swings,
And runs all the way to home plate.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sulaiman Mohd Yusof 08 May 2008

i guess you're the pitcher amanda.anyway, this is a one nice write.you better keep going gal!

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