I Am

A poem written by my 12 year old for his 6th grade project.

I am a boy who loves baseball.
I wonder if I will make it to all-stars.
I hear the crowd cheering.
I see the ground ball.
I want to get the out.
I am a boy who loves baseball.

I pretend I am in the MLB.
I feel the seams of the baseball as I pitch the ball.
I touch the ball with my bat.

I worry that I will mess up.
I cry for success.
I am a boy who loves baseball.

I understand how good I am.
I say that I am not that good.
I dream of the MLB.
I try my hardest to be the best.
I hope I will make it to the MLB.
I am a boy who loves baseball.