(Softball Players Poems)

The batting practice and ground balls, the pops and line drives, all this is just practice, just another day in our lives. Early morning wake up's, breakfast on the go, short shorts, sliders and tank tops, it's not like we're in a fashion show. Double headers and late night games, weekend tournaments, and practice in between, players, team-mates and best friends, for some people softball never ends. It's the winning hit, it's the ground ball saving dive, and playing with all your heart, which keeps the love of the game alive. The hard to catch fly ball, and the third strike call, it's all part of the game, a game which you have to give it your all. In this unpredictable game of softball, the game which we respect, play and love, anything goes, dropped balls and strike outs and all that I have mentioned above.
By, Arielle

(The Game of Softball)

The game of softball is the king of all the games we play, and it is one pursuit that is distinctly U.S.A. The people swarm into the stands to watch their favorite teams and munch their hot dogs when their lungs are not engaged in screams. The pitcher hurls the horse-hide and the batter gets a hit, or else the ball goes sailing and some fielder smothers it, a clever runner steals a base, a player takes a walk, or managers and umpires, decide to have a talk. The crowd is gay or gloomy or completely in suspense, but it goes wild when someone knocks the ball beyond the fence.
By Riverhawk Player #07, Riverhawks Softball

(Softball and I)

I stand on the mound and my heart races. My hand on the ball feeling the laces. Staring at the nervous batter at home plate. She doesn't know that striking out is her fate. Getting ready to deliver the ball, my windup is the wackiest of all. Releasing the ball, it spins and sprints to her, a swing and a miss the ball was a blur. Two outs one to go, one strike left to throw, I'll mix it up, a change to ruin her flow. Her flow messed up, she completely missed the ball. Her team had faith in her and lost it all. The ump called the strike and that she was out, I jumped off the mound and began to shout. The thrill is like a lion upon his prey. The team roars and victory is on the way.
By Shawna, NH Grizzies

(Softball Poem)

Strike one! the umpire yelled out loud. I could hear him clearly, and so could the crowd. My muscles tensed and I needed a break, I prayed real quiet, for my own sake. I stepped back in and took my place, I swung my bat, and set my pace. The next ball was inside, I swear, Strike two! he yelled. It's just not fair. I looked at my coach as she yelled out loud, you can do this, girl! I wanted to make her proud. She had trusted me at number one, I let her down last time, and it wasn't fun. The pitcher wound up and let the ball go, I swung my hardest, the shortstop felt the airflow. Then the catcher stood up and rolled the ball in, Strike three, three outs, I did it again.
By Ashley, Salem Rocks Softball

(Softball Poem)

The ball was pitched in and out, I had to decide without a doubt, the count was full, the bases were loaded, I hit the ball and it exploded, the fans were cheering with all their might, finally the ball went out of sight, I ran the bases, one, two, three, the pitcher and the catcher was all I could see, I slid into home with the winning run, we won the game and it was fun.
By Katie

(This is what Softball is all about)

More than a sport, more like a passion, red dirt and bruises are in fashion, the wind up, the pitch, scrambling defense, this is what softball is all about, intense parents in the stands, anxious coaches waving their hands, the swing of the bat, making contact, this is what softball is all about, the bat, the ball, the bases, the glove, this is softball, the game that I love.
By NHS Lady Dragons

(SOFTBALL IS MY SPORT)

Softball is the sport I play. I'd play softball any day. Whenever it is hot or cold. Softball still, I think is bold. Some people prefer basketball, volleyball, or golf. But not me, softball is the one I love. Teh gloves, the bat, the ball, the socks, the cleats, the dirt, and the colored shirts. No questions about it softball is the one for me!
By Sparta

(Last Run)

It's the ninth inning, The score is tied. I am on third, Hoping I don't have to slide. The pitcher is in the windup, And I lead foff base. I hear the crack, As the ball comes off the bat. I'm off in a sprint, Wanting to get across that base. I hear the fans screaming, And I know it will be close. The ball can't be far away, As I try and run faster. Almost there, And I get ready to slide. I see the ball, My impending doom. I am across the plate now, As I wait for the call. It feels like forever, But I see the waiting face of the players. What will the call be? Is it true they shout? Why oh why did I have to be out.
By Lisa Cincush, Montague Wildcats

(About Winning)

Softball, lets fight to win Softball, thats where the game begins. Softball, lots of fun but we dont quiet until we're done, we do our best to put other teams to the test.
By Tytianna Richards

(It's Every Girl's Dream)

Softball tans and scars and bruises. This is the life that one chooses. When they step up with that bat in their hand. Getting ready to hit everything that they can. Everyone will remember the great catches. The huge expenses. The look of joy upon the faces. As the girls they round the bases. Softball is all they know. It isn't just for the show. The love it with all their heart. Wouldn't give it up from the start. The sound of a ball hitting leather. Lightens every girl's heart to the weight of a feather. For the love of the game. For the cheers of the crowd. Every girl wonders and they gather around. Join in the cheers. Surrounded by peers.
It's every girl's dream ..... Be Proud of Softball. By Emma