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Two Poems from our Sports Poetry Collection

 
 
THE CAN'T MISS KID
   
Author: Mark Rumsey
   
Poem:
THE CAN'T MISS KID
   
  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
   
Author: Robert Miller
   
Poem: Ball Playing
   

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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