The Hit

I am not an opener,

I won't hit six on the first ball.

Running between wickets is enough,

As the others are tough.

I am standing beside the stumps,

I am beginning to get goosebumps.

I worried about,

Will, I hit it,

Or the wicket.

With the three-fingered grip,

I was ready to hit the ball,

I hit it with all my power as I did in baseball.

The ball made a six,

And I stayed fix.

As I could not believe,

What I had achieved.

I never played cricket in a stadium,

I remember on a beach where I played it,

With those little pals of mine.

Under the tropical sunshine.

But today I was a champion,

In the eyes of the galleon .