Alone At The Plate
He pulls on a
helmet, picks up the bat,
and walks to
the plate, "gotta hit and that's that."
The crowd
starts to yell, the game's on the line,
last inning,
two outs, the score's nine to nine.
Dad yells,
"Go get it," Mom wrings her hands,
coach
hollers, "hit it," but alone there he stands.
Heros are
made in seconds such as this,
but he's just
a little boy, what if he should miss?
Years after
this game's ended and he's little no more,
will he
remember the outcome or even the score?
No he'll have
forgotten if he was out, hit, or a run,
he'll only
look back on his friends and the fun.
So cheer this
boy on, alone with his fate;
help him
remember with fondness this stand at the plate.
Spend your
time wisely and help in his quest
to be a
hitter with confidence and always his best.
And when the
game's over, this boy can stand tall,
for you've
helped him prepare to give it his all!
Author
Unknown
Hitting
