Out at Home Plate

As I crouch down
Waiting for the pitch.
The bases are loaded.
The pitch comes.
It’s a high one.
And I miss it.
The guy on 3rd base runs home.
I grab the ball and run too.
I get there first.
He slides.
And his foot hits my glove.
The umpire calls him out!
My team runs in from the field.
And we celebrate.

-Nathan

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8 Responses to “Out at Home Plate”

  1. ryan /logan poets 2 Says:

    cool poem this happened to me once except i was the guy on third

  2. jhuch Says:

    I love your ending!
    Kaity D.

  3. jhuch Says:

    Anonymous says
    I like this poem you wrote and that happened in a baseball game I played, but not in that same way. Over all nice.

  4. Colton Says:

    I really like your poem,especially because it’s basball.

  5. Ashley W. and Courtney W. Says:

    It reminds me when I am playing or watching a baseball/softball game!
    I like your line breaks!
    =)*smiles*(=

  6. jenna E. Says:

    i like your poem but i don’t like basball

  7. jack v Says:

    i like your poem its realy good and i can tell you are the cacher.

  8. Dakota B Says:

    It made me feel like I was there.

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