poem for english
heres my poem:
She steps up to the plate with only one out to go
All eyes are nervously watching
She can feel the pressure mounting
The pitcher stares as she begins the first throw
The ump yells “ball!” as it slams into the dirt
The next pitch flies in perfectly
She regrets not taking that swing
The ump yells the count and she stares back at the mound
Here comes the next pitch
She watches it come closer and closer
Before she can blink, the ball rushes by
“Strike two” calls the ump
She has one chance left, only one more chance
She watches as her opponent stands there confidently
She’s wanting so bad to be the confident one
The ball crosses the plate….
And hits the catcher’s mitt.
She steps up to the plate with only one out to go
All eyes are nervously watching
She can feel the pressure mounting
The pitcher stares as she begins the first throw
The ump yells “ball!” as it slams into the dirt
The next pitch flies in perfectly
She regrets not taking that swing
The ump yells the count and she stares back at the mound
Here comes the next pitch
She watches it come closer and closer
Before she can blink, the ball rushes by
“Strike two” calls the ump
She has one chance left, only one more chance
She watches as her opponent stands there confidently
She’s wanting so bad to be the confident one
The ball crosses the plate….
And hits the catcher’s mitt.