With the World Series on our minds, this is the second selection in a poetry series the Palisadian-Post is featuring. If you have a poem about any topic that you would like to submit for consideration, email mypost@palipost.com.
“On Baseball”
Baseball is the pastime of the home and of the Braves
Of Ruthian proportions and of Maglie’s closer shaves
The outings of the innings are of three and then by nine
Except for those with extra ones, the beautiful design
A sport they play without a clock on fields ever green
With seventh inning stretches in its parks oh so serene
And little kids they run around, their hearts before their feet
They tease the ever jealous fan whose glove lies by the seat
Good or evil, know not which, to sacrifice or steal
To argue with the umpire, the imminent appeal
We idolize our heroes who epitomize our dreams
Oh baseball is the glove where hearts break well before the seams
—Ivan Smason
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