Eagerly I wait the smell of freshly cut grass mixed with dry dirt overwhelms my senses
My stance ready and perceptive i focus
I clench the wooden bat in my hand adjusting my grip
My feet sturdy my blood pumping adrenaline my companion
The faint noise of a crowd gathered
I wait anticipating will this be it
The pitcher glares and releases
“not this one it’s not right”
Umpire yells “Strike!”
I feel it in my stomach my hands stay sturdy this is it
The pitcher glares and releases
“yes this is the one not to early relax breath steady”
Crack!
Adrenaline charges as the ball kisses the bat
My cleats dig the dry dirt a dust storm surrounds me
Closing home I know
My first home run
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I know this is weird, but I’ve always really loved the word “cleats”! This is very cool, love the opening line then how the bat “kisses the ball”, very nice. 🙂
I enjoy that word also haha! I enjoy the way certain words perform a distinct sound 🙂
Thanks for letting me camp out in your blog today. I had a great time — really enjoy your work — and tried to leave my campsite as clean as when I arrived.
🙂 Thank you for your kind words I appreciate them and the campsite is still in great condition ha ha.