Marla Austin Poems 2007-08

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