A Baseball Dream
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Chantelle Ferguson, Grade 7
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Poetry
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2012
Bat the ball, run to the base
And it makes baseball
That is all, That is all!
Throw, Run, Stop!
Hear the ball go pop!
Throw, Run, Catch!
You didn't make it to that patch.
Run, Trip, Slam!
That stupid ditch just made you go bam!
All you see, the night black as pitch.
Dirt in your mouth, Pain in your gut.
All that dirt that was ploughed, is all messed up.
Keep running to the base,
You're no longer the ace.
Mud on your face,
Your screwed up leg,
You now walk like a peg.
You're carried off the field now
No longer do you feel proud.
After the game, Alll that pain,
Gets even worse,You're thrown off the team.
That's all it was, your dream is now gone!
There's no remorse.