Baseball, I do play
I play it everyday
I hit the ball very hard
It goes a far, far way
The ball keeps flying
Over the fence, the scoreboard, the road
Until I could not see it no more
The crowd was roaring
I could barely hear myself yell
I rounded first, the coach gave me a slap
Rounded second, short looked sad
Hit third, and the coach jumped in the air
On my way to home
I threw my helmet off
The team was yelling and screaming
I jumped on home and the game was over
The team was really happy
We celebrated for hours,
On the way home I saw a baseball on the road
Could it be?
It was, my home-run ball
My ball, the walk-off baseball
Anthony’s Life 