Alone
At The Plate
He pulls on a helmet, picks up the bat, and
walks to the plate, "gotta hit and that's
that."
The crowd starts to yell, the game's
on the line, last inning, two outs, the score's nine to nine.
Dad yells, "Go get it," Mom
wrings her hands, coach hollers, "hit it," but alone there he stands.
Heros are
made in seconds such as this, but he's just a little boy, what if he should
miss?
Years after this game's ended and he's
little no more, will he remember the outcome or even the score?
No he'll have forgotten if he was
out, hit, or a run, he'll only look back on his friends and the fun.
So cheer this boy on, alone with his fate; help
him remember with fondness this stand at the plate.
Spend your time wisely and help in his quest, to be a hitter with
confidence and always his best.
And when the game's over, this boy can
stand tall, for you've helped him prepare to give it his all!
Have a Happy Thanksgiving
From all of us at BABL
