Kim Barney

The Seer (Chapter 02) - Poem by Kim Barney

Baseball was our life
when we were kids.
We grew up in the dirt
of the infield and outfield.

No grass for us. The town
was poor and water was scarce, but
we did have a nice wire-mesh backstop
with a concrete foundation.

Our heroes were Mickey Mantle,
Joe DiMaggio, Lou Gehrig and
Duke Snider. Also Warren Spahn,
Bob Feller, Ted Williams and others.

Our own pitcher was also named Bob.
He was pretty fast but could not
throw a curve. None of us could,
but neither could the other teams.

I was the only one who knew
about Charlie's special powers,
because just the two of us were there
at the hot springs incident that day.

He didn't want me to tell
anyone else. I didn't understand
why at first, but later came to see
that it really was better that way.

One day we had a game against
Richfield, our biggest rivals.
Charlie was at shortstop and I
was playing left field.

As we were taking the field
at the beginning of the fourth inning,
Charlie whispered to me,
Play this next guy really deep.

As soon as Bob starts his windup,
you come running toward me
as fast as you can. He's going to try
to drop one in front of you.

I did as Charlie suggested, and
the batter hit a short pop fly
just out of the reach
of the infielders.

I came in running at full speed
and just managed to catch the
ball right before it would
have hit the ground.

I became a reluctant hero,
instantly. I would have liked
to give Charlie the credit, but
he shook his head to tell me no.

to be continued...

Topic(s) of this poem: baseball, friend, friendship, life, sports

Poet's Notes about The Poem

This is not a poem. It is one chapter of a short story. It is suggested that the reader read the chapters in order, although each chapter should be able to stand on its own even if you haven't read the others.
Just find chapter 01, read it and then click the 'next poem' button, which will get you the next chapter.

30 August 2015
Recife, Pernambuco, Brazil

This is a work of fiction, although some of the people and places are real. Charlie is a fictional character, totally made up. I have never known anyone like the person he is described as being.

Charlie is fictional, but we really did have a pitcher named Bob.

Richfield is a real city.
I was born there, in a bank. I like to tell people that my mother went there and left a deposit.

Actually, I was born in the building that says on the front 'Richfield Commercial and Savings Bank'. The bottom floor really was a bank back in those days (it's not any more) but I was born in the clinic which was up on the second floor.

The incident in this chapter never happened.

Comments about The Seer (Chapter 02) by Kim Barney

  • Lyn Paul (11/8/2015 4:23:00 AM)

    Charlie may not be real, but I would certainly like a friend like him. (Report) Reply

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  • Kelly Kurt (8/30/2015 11:30:00 PM)

    Looking forward to more. You are bringing me back to my own youth. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 30, 2015

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 9, 2016

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