Dedicated to the Boys of Summer
May 29, 2016
My publisher wrote a note
That I will gladly quote.
“ You have not written in a long time.”
So, I sat down and wrote a short rhyme.
My son laughed and poked fun
At my homophonic pun.
“Mom, you silly goose
You think like Dr. Seuss.”
To throw away my paper and pen.
Why shouldn’t I write what comes to mind?
Why should I always act refined?
My poem I now present.
I hope you enjoy the content.
I found myself in the middle
Of a very puzzling riddle
While trying to learn something new
And not knowing what to do.
The basic rules of Little League were difficult to learn
When I was on deck waiting for my turn
Playing on a diamond that was really a ninety foot square.
A ball, called a fly, flew high into the air.
The bat had no wings, no body, no brain—the strangest thing of all.
Amazingly, it often made connection with the ball.
Three bases,all guarded, were okay to steal.
Doing this made the bleacher fans squeal.
The shortstop, Pee Wee, was actually tall.
Standing beside him, I felt small.
Our many admirers seemed amused.
I, the novice, became more confused.
Eventually, to this conclusion I came.
In America’s favorite game,
Whether baseman,fielder, pitcher,
Runner, shortstop, or hitter,
To develop quickness, endurance and skill
Requires persistence and a strong will.
Let’s face the truth,
Just like Gehrig and Ruth
Each little player deserves his name
Placed In Baseball’s Hall of Fame.