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Two Poems from our Sports Poetry Collection
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| THE CAN'T MISS KID |
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Mark Rumsey
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The boy could do it all A local legend as some would say Hit, throw, run and field Man, this kid could really play
He could do the over-the-shoulder catch Or hit one a country mile Run like the wind And throw runners out with a smile
The scouts came callin’ Who is this kid from the Iowa corn We have to get this boy signed Their new star had been born
He was the answer to their prayers A young buck from the farm A country boy smile and an iron clad chest A sure thing he was, loaded with skill and charm
It was not to be, the can’t miss kid The lord had taken him away Such a great smile, such a future star The farm took his young life, one hot summer’s day
The can’t miss kid is just a memory now Only a few can still remember his name His tombstone reads, the one that says it best “Our Young Star, He Loved The Game”
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| Ball Playing |
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Robert Miller
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Ball Playing |
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A bad day it was for me today, all i wanted was to go out and play. I got out alright in my big green yard, but everyone else plays too hard. What was fun for others wasn't for me. because of all that was done to me. They picked me up and through me around, let me drop and hit the ground. Repeatingly hitting me with their big wooden sticks, hit me so hard and left all kinds of nicks. I began wearing white now i'm covered in dirt, Id just love to play without getting hurt My clothes are now torn and i am covered in stitches so i guess i wont be used for any more pitches.
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