I stood by the fence grasping on,
Watching the person at bat.
She swung and she hit it out of the park,
And I thought, "How is she so good at that?"
 
Another girl was up and we watched her go,
My team all doing a cheer.
My wandering eyes went all over the field,
And I wondered if second basemen looked like a deer.
 
Just then, my name was called,
So I grabbed a bat and walked up to the plate.
My heart pounding and hands shaking,
To me, the ball looked like a slate.
 
I swung, and I missed, strike one,
I swung, and I missed the ball.
I swung for a third time and struck out,
My insides shattered wanting to fall.
 
We went on the field next,
I was left in the dugout again.
No one was with me so I played with the bench,
Until the right fielder got hit in the head.
 
"Macy, you take right field," the coach told me,
I ran to my spot and could feel the hot sun.
I stood there through three more people,
Then, the ball was hit and I started to run.
 
I ran and I ran, not wanting to miss,
I guess I ran too much because I ran right into a wall.
I landed on the ground, the cool grass on my back,
Until I was helped up by a man that was tall.
 
They took me back to the dugout and put ice on my head,
My parents rushed into make sure I was fine.
The game kept going as if nothing happened,
People stood around me in a line.
 
I am just a benchwarmer,
And we all learned something today.
Benchwarmers can play, too, unless they're like me,
Then please let them stay benchwarmers, okay?

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