Memory poem
Jake Jorgensen
Period 2
10/15/19
Memory Poem
Batter up
Batter up at the plate
Yelling play ball
Here’s the pitch
Strike one
Here’s strike two coming in
Beating heart
Sweaty palms
Big inhales
Shakey feet
Here’s the pitch
Crack
Ball is flying
Through the night sky
Rounding first
Off to second
Running past third
Diving into home
Dirt flying
Umpire yelling
Safe safe safe
Final score 7-8
The batter up wins the game
His eyes looked like a dam that was about to break open
simile.