A Softball Player's Unforgettable Memory

Standing at home plate, looking out at the field,

Looking out for places to hit the ball too.

Thinking of ways to help the score build,

There are many actions that you could do.

The pitcher winds the ball and lets it go,

Only swing if it's your type of hit.

You swing and everyone in the crowd screams, "woah",

Run before the ball is caught in a mit.

Rounding first base, the ball is still far,

Sprint to second, watch your third base coach.

As fat as you can, feeling like a star,

She tells you to go, make the right approach.

You make that last slide into home plate,

Your whole team loves you, because you've just won state.

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