Deacon Poem by Ima Ryma

Deacon



James Laurie 'Deacon' White, a star
In early U.S. baseball fame.
Hitting and catching took him far,
Playing in 1800's game.
He believed that the Earth was flat,
Tried to convince his teammates so.
Since he was real good with a bat,
The team said maybe and not no.
The Baseball Hall of Fame did not
Induct Deacon while still alive.
Year after year, no call he got,
Finally died at 95.

Deacon's making the Hall Fame scene
Middle of two thousand thirteen.

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