Twenty Seven Strikes The Perfect Game

Author:

Robert Arthur Miller, USA

Poem

Twenty Seven Strikes The Perfect Game, a poem by Robert Arthur Miller from USA

Baseball diamond
pitchers mound,
catcher squatting
to the ground.
Throws the signs
for next pitch,
ball released
with every stitch.
Approaches batter
at a high speed rate,
swings his hardest
but much too late.
Umpire calls
the pitch strike one,
then the pitcher sets
and reloads his gun.
He stares into home
just below the hitter,
to read his next sign
and he throws a sweet splitter.
Never making contact
with the pitch that he threw,
The ump turns to his side
and calls it strike two.
The count is 0-2
and the next pitch would be,
a high fastball
that made it strike three.
Two more outs
to strike out the side,
the feat was repeated
when he pitched them inside.
On nine straight pitches
this feat was done,
he repeated it eight times
and with a no hitter,he won.
Unpredictable historic events
theres nothing like it at all,
you never know what will happen
in a good game of ball.