ALLSTAR - A Baseball Poem

Vernon Wells
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Somewhere out in left field

Intense sun like a southern Sunday

August Afternoon

Of naked running babies and fanning belles,

My future flashed before my wandering eyes

As a high fly ball, in slow motion,

Nestled with a plop within my upturned glove.

I am a hero to my son.

Not unlike me, he waits for the fast ball

Ripping between the short stop's

Straddled legs.

Man on his way to third in dusty haste,

A ninth inning score of six to six,

Escaped baseball like a dream fading away

Before the details are retained.

Mad, backward dash,

Leaping away from the blinding sun,

Extension of myself, the winning play

Assures a place in this year's World Series.

Cheering crowds, soaring ball

Settling in soft leather

As if a magnet placed in the glove

Iron-cored ball finds helpless to resist.

It is difficult to wait and be a hero.

Days of signing autographs

Are but a well-caught fly ball away.

In the lonely left field of ambition

Time exists for imagination.

My son collects bubble gum cards

Of those whose hopes were realized.

In fantasy, he sees me there.

So do I.

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Dheeraji 7 years ago from Leicestershire

Such detail description and creative phrases

Very good :)


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probyte2u 7 years ago

Hi Suzie,

Good poetry !

Not many can really write good poems, I am one of them.


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suziecat7 7 years ago from Asheville, NC Author

Thanks - figured it was baseball season so why not. Thanks again for your kind words.


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deepthought 7 years ago from In the middle of nowhere and worldwide but still that T.O.kid from da north of America

Very good


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Kosmo 6 years ago from California

Oh, I love baseball! Normally I'm not a fan of poetry, but I like this one a lot, particularly the line about "fanning belles." Why don't you write one about the Dodgers? Later!


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Mentalist acer 6 years ago from A Voice in your Mind!

As an Astos fan this hit close to home...impressive suziecat!


ralwus 5 years ago

Ahh, you have taken me back to my youth. I had a shoe box of treasured cards from the glory days of the '50s, all lost in a fire. I was a Reds fan in those early years. Thanks for the flashback and so well done too. Charlie


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PR Morgan 5 years ago from Sarasota Florida

Great sports poem! This one brings back memories and has a great ending too!


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

Whoa!

I missed a real gem when I missed this one.

We are baseball lovers, and life begins in spring. Your words conjure up the taste of cold beer, the smell of grass, and the roar of the crowd.

Thank you!

Up and awesome!


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suziecat7 5 years ago from Asheville, NC Author

Thanks for reading my baseball poem, everyone!!


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Lucky Cats 5 years ago from The beautiful Napa Valley, California

I love this poem...I am a big major league fan...baseball in the farm leagues, too. Majors, minors...all great and enthusiastic fun! I like this hub and I like your name! Thank you for "tak(ing) me out to the ball game." You should visit my hubs on the S.F. Giants...I think you'll relate. Kathy aka Lucky Cats


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suziecat7 5 years ago from Asheville, NC Author

Lucky Cats - Thanks for liking my baseball poem.

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