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ODE TO BASEBALL BROTHERS
by Kenny Artigues



            I bat first
            And he bats last
            I’m a better fielder
            And twice as fast

            My poise is undeniable
            I'm an all-star, without doubt
            I have God-given baseball talent
            It seems my brother was left without

            Every day we throw the ball outside
            I see him try his best
            I give him tips on what I know
            He works with little rest

            I'm proud of him, this spunky guy
            Though others cannot see;
            I know with work and confidence
            He'll be just as good as me

            I hope one day he'll get his chance
            To shine, like he deserves
            If he only plays like he knows how
            And forgets about his nerves

            ……….

            And then one night it happens
            When the score is locked at three
            All the coaches check their rosters
            Praying next batter will be me.

            Ah, but though with me at bat
            My team will win the game
            Who should walk up to the plate
            But he who shares my name

            The coaches are encouraging
            The fans, they cheer him through it
            But in their minds they think the same:
            “I know that he can’t do it”

            Of all the people in the stands
            And all the He’s and She’s
            I am the only one of all
            Who actually believes

            He stands alone, all by himself
            His face is full of dread
            I go to stand beside him
            And rest my hand upon his head

            He looks at me with hopeful eyes
            ‘Cause he’s my biggest fan
            He simply whispers, “What do I do?”
            And I say, “The best you can”

            He smiles at me; I smile back
            And he walks up to the plate
            He digs his feet into the ground
            And holds his bat back straight

            The pitch comes out; he swings hard
            And from the fans come screams
            Because that little rookie
            Hit the ball out of its seams

            I can't suppress my happiness
            Overjoyed, I leave the ground
            A single tear falls down my cheek
            I hear not a single sound

            He runs around the bases
            His fists held in the air
            And when he rounds third base he sees
            His big brother standing there





Kenny Artigues is a tenth grader who lives in south Mississippi.



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