April Post - Hallie Remund

I listened to Edward Hirsch read "Cotton Candy". I liked the words that he used to paint a picture in my mind. I could see the cotton candy in his hand as they walked across the bridge. I also liked the way that he read the poem, and that it was short and meaningful about a great memory.

Home Plate

    It was the middle of April and my team was up to bat

    I was fifth in the batting order and now it was my turn

        Tie ball game, I had to either hit or get 4 balls

        The first two are balls, but the third is a strike

     I get down into batting position and look at the pitcher

       She looks serious and I start to feel a little anxious

  The pitcher steps on the mound, and hurls the ball at me

        Strike

I feel angry because it was a perfect pitch and I didn't swing

 The catcher throws the ball back to her

        I take a couple practice swings outside of the box to get ready

           We both start over our routine, as she swings the ball at me one more time

                 I take a step and give the swing every bit of power I have

      The next thing I know the ball is flying through the air and my coach yelling, “Run!”

                 As I sprint to first base the ball is still whooshing through the air.

                                       I keep sprinting until…. home run.