The Sultan Poem by Timothy Long

Bam...let it fly,3 swings, one hit, the best or so they say, the Babe, the sultan of swat, a home runner always on top always in the right spot, dead era or greatest? Who could do better? No one is more powerful or as full of life as Ruth, rivals filter so small like the records we broke are dissolved, never to come back fairly, candy and movies paraded him so, Babe Ruth they know, fear the whack going high, better pray it goes a whishing below, never was there cheating or hatred, a long...no the king he still is, what in life is as surpass able? Life becomes pointless in that aspect! A rival never compared, from the last hit or catch, a hero remained, in the sand of home he is cheered.