Coach Big Bird Poem by Juan Olivarez

Coach Big Bird



I coached a pony league baseball team,
The year that I was seventeen.
That was the most fun I'd had it seems,
Even though I was young and oh so green.

A little rag tag band of kids,
From different parts and neighborhoods.
Most of the talent they had was hid,
But they turned out to be so good.

There was a kid name of Omar,
Who looked like a helmet sporting feet.
He was too short to be a star,
But to watch him play, was such a treat.

One day he rounded third to score,
And flew right into my arms.
That one run opened up the door,
From that moment on, our team was charmed.

I still remember what he called me,
And everybody within earshot heard.
He said your'e so tall and skinny you got to be,
The best coach around, coach Big bird.

10/10/10 Alton Texas

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