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  B a c k  t o  I n d e x  o f  P O E T R Y

"  T H E   F I R S T   G A M E  "
      B Y  A n d r e w    G i l l i s

It's the first game of the season,
And my stomach's in a wrench.
I think of what I hope to do,
While sitting on the bench.

My new hat's brim is stiff and flat.
My cleats squeak when I walk.
I really hope I get a hit,
But I'll settle for a walk.

I hear the coach call out my name,
And I stand up with a sign.
I can't promise that I'll get a hit,
But I promise that I"ll try.

The first pitch comes flying at me;
I swing with all my might.
I see the ball fly over the fence,
And into the glorious night.