Garden Gnome

Two batters out,

Two strikes in.

The last ball nearly hit and broke my left shin.

The fielders seem so fast,

And I seem so slow.

I wonder if I can even make my feet go.

The pitcher lets go of the ball,

And magnifies my fear.

It goes right past me and the umpire calls, "Too near!"

The ball flies to me one more time

And as the ball comes near,

I hear a loud crack! and there goes my fear!

I can feel my feet running, my heart racing, too.

1st base, 2nd base, 3rd base, home!

It's a good thing the only fielder was a garden gnome!