Standing on the dusty diamond
waiting for the pitcher to pitch to me
as I wait
I look at my favorite red and silver bat
twisting my hands
to get that extra grip
the pitcher says ''you ready''
he gets ready to pitch the ball
I brush my feet across the ground
the ball is gone it went to the stars
I spring 1, 2, 3 bases
I accomplish a home run
my heavy, sweaty, helmet goes on the ground
I look behind me and I hear my name being chanted
feeling so proud of myself.