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T U D E N T W O R K
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.
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