The ball,
is as bright as a yellow raincoat,
on a gray gloomy day.
It is released from the pitchers palm,
Furiously fast,
like a cheetah racing against a turtle.
It soars through the air,
Like a bird flying over the ocean.
The batter blinks,
and does not realize what just went by.
This was a really sweet poem Julia. I liked the way you described the ball, for example when you said, "As bright as a yellow raincoat,
ReplyDeleteon a gray gloomy day." and "It soars through the air,
Like a bird flying over the ocean."
This really gave me a feel for what was going on and it helped me picture what was going on and i like it when people write pieces that i can picture.