Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 She Caught Me

The bottom of the 9th I got

Hit hard and knew, as I flew up

High over the field, that I ought

To end up as a home run, yup,

The dream of each and every ball.

As toward the center bleachers I 

Sailed, knowing I'd made the right call,

I thought to myself why not try

To make a dream come true unfold

For the little fan I could see

Of a girl, maybe five years old,

Standing up, just waiting for me.

Dropped right into her glove, I did,

Making the day for this young kid.