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When I see birches bend to left and right
Across the lines of straighter darker trees,
I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay.
Tell you what I like the best --
'Long about knee-deep in June,
'Bout the time strawberries melts
On the vine, -- some afternoon
For I can snore like a bullhorn
or play loud music
or sit up talking with any reasonably sober Irishman
and Fergus will only sink deeper
Watching baseball, sitting in the sun, eating popcorn,
reading Ezra Pound,
and wishing that Juan Marichal would hit a hole right through the
Anglo-Saxon tradition in the first Canto
they found him walking along the freeway
all red in
he had taken a rusty tin can
Fanaticism?No.Writing is exciting
and baseball is like writing.
You can never tell with either
how it will go
A BEST FRIEND-Makes a lunch trade with you even if he doesn't love peanut butter and jelly.
A BEST FRIEND-Notices you standing alone by the fence and invites you to play hockey with the rest of the class.
A BEST FRIEND-Chooses you to go camping with him each summer.
A BEST FRIEND-Puts chalk in the teacher's eraser so you're not the only
Lady, the dog that looks like a rat
Chases a beautiful Persian cat
She puts in high gear
Running like a deer
The burden of hard hitting. Slug away
Like Honus Wagner or like Tyrus Cobb.
Else fandom shouteth: "Who said you could play?
Back to the jasper league, you minor slob!"
"Don't overdo it," Dad yelled, watching me
Play shortstop, collect stamps and shells,
Roll on the grass laughing until I peed my pants.
"Screw him," I said, and grabbed every cowry
and the mitt.
These are the saddest of possible words:
Tinker to Evers to Chance.
Trio of Bear-cubs, fleeter than birds,
Tinker to Evers to Chance.
I am leading a quiet life
in Mike’s Place every day
watching the champs
of the Dante Billiard Parlor
One hot summer day
At the carnival
I saw the teenage boy
Who had a big crush
Thank You Mom-for holding me in your loving arms every time I cried.
Thank You Mom-for changing my diaper and singing me to sleep.
Thank You Mom-for holding my hand as you walked me onto the bus my first day of school.
Thank You Mom-for trudging through the snow each winter to watch me perform in the school play.
What does a hangman think about
When he goes home at night from work?
When he sits down with his wife and
Children for a cup of coffee and a
You have the grit and the guts, I know;
You are ready to answer blow for blow
You are virile, combative, stubborn, hard,
But your honor ends with your own back-yard;
each day mowed
and mowed his lawn, his dry quarter acre,
the machine slicing a wisp
from each blade's tip. Dust storms rose
The game was tied in the bottom of nine
A runner on third and two out
In the dead still air a mosquito's whine
Was all you could hear, then a shout
I know I only met you once,
yet I feel I know you quite well,
This is not a poem.
I love the game of baseball, and stories related to the game.
For sale: baseball glove. Family catch.
For sale: baseball bat. Hitter's dream.
For sale: baseball bat. Sky-high pop-ups.
For sale: baseball bat. Home run.
For sale: baseball glove. Fast pitcher.
If you need TV for something to exist, it's not real.
You do not need TV for baseball to be real.
You can visit a baseball stadium and see baseball.
Another baseball season begins and as teams vie for fortune and for fame…I'm reminded of the time I tried to teach my children….
THE INTRICACIES OF THE GAME
Grumpy and Tommy
My grandson has a baseball
signed by Tommy Lasorda.
It happened without any action on my part. All I had to do was just say, "Yes, I will go". Moreover, it was not my dream, but my friend's.
However, from a child, I have been an avid sports fan. My games of choice, and my childhood fantasies were baseball, basketball, and later on, football.
From a child, I had pictured myself on the field of dreams playing baseball. When reality set in, I was content to see myself in the stands.
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