Is It Tee-Ball Season Yet?

I look dapper in my shirt and hat;
the crowd screams as I step up to bat.
"Look at me Mom, I will make you proud.
I'll smack it hard and over the crowd."

I grit my teeth as I close my eyes;
then swing the lumber into the skies.
I missed the baseball upon the stand,
my nifty new bat flies from my hand.

I bite on my tongue the other way,
concentrate more - then begin to pray.
I swing again! How far did it fly?
I'm sure it's sailing beyond the sky.

It traveled over the fence I know;
the coach hollers, "run"- it's down below.
The ball is just in front of the plate;
I start to run before it's too late.

My feet scurry to the third base side,
a cloud of dust from a dirty slide.
The coach yells, "not there! That's the wrong base."
"Oopsie," I say and begin to race.

I run past the mound - dive into first.
"Now where's my drink? I'm dying of thirst!"
I crouch down low, my cleats need tying,
there I see some flower seeds flying.

I pick a few and sit on the base,
then watch them fly all over the place.
While kids on the bench are kicking rocks,
a new kid goes to the batter's box.

I see the shortstop lie on his back.
Maybe his mom should give him a snack!
She starts to cry then grabs a hanky;
she's a Red Sox fan - he's a Yankee!