A poem of a woman remembering her softball days.
I still remember , the good old days.
Being knelt down, behind that plate.
I started playing ball, when I was very young.
I went from knowing nothing, to being number one.
I couldn’t wait to play, it was what I did best.
Ball was my top priority, forget all the rest.
I was the catcher, for the championship team.
While I was playing, I was living my dream.
Number one catcher three years in a row.
How I loved to catch that ball, and damn I could throw.
Getting them out, was so much fun.
For I was good at it, in-fact I was number one.
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