Dad Hit A Homerun

He was the oldest one on the team
by then a man of sixty
his sons and their friends
virile and strong took their turn at bat 

they each hit the ball with a loud crack
letting it sail through the air
getting a double, triple and base hit
rounding the bases with ease.

When it was his turn the bases were loaded
the other team lead by three
fielders moved in close to the pitcher’s mound
an easy three outs if they acted quickly.

The first ball whished past my dad
“Strike one!’’ the umpire shouted.
The next throw came just as fast
but connected with the bat. He heard it splinter

as the ball flew over the fence.

All three runners came in

the old man strolled from base to base

laughing with his sons knowing 
he had to hit the ball hard

because he couldn’t run. 

A true story from a summer day
in August.