ping of the bat
whoosh of the ball
smack of the mitt
swish of the grass as my feet fly by
grunt of myself as i wail the ball home
another whoosh of the ball
another smack of the mitt
dirt flying, suspence dancing through the air
the motion of the umpires arm
a fist ends the game
9-8 finish
we win
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem