Juan Olivarez

Silver Star - 3,868 Points (september 12 / nyssa oregon)

Blue Chip - Poem by Juan Olivarez

Game of pepper going on,
Baseball zinging left and right.
Little mawi's arm is strong,
This kid's left arm is a fright.

Mawi's only two years old.
And he puts pepper on the ball.
A blue chipper made of gold,
I can hear the majors call.

Little mawi blue eyes,
Yes he's gonna be a star.
His skill his age belies,
I think he's gonna go real far.

As his grand pa, you can see,
I see him through my loving eyes.
But it's all the same to me,
I'll take the lows and wish for highs.

8/29/10 Alton Texas

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 29, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, August 30, 2010

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