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Two Poems from our Sports Poetry Collection

 
 
Who Say's We Can't Play
   
Author: Robert Miller
   
Poem:
Who Say's We Can't Play
   
  We all have played baseball
at one point in time,
even the less fortunate
who had not a dime.

They had not the money
nor did they have the expense,
to buy the tools needed
to hit balls over a fence.

But that did'nt stop them
from playing a good game of ball,
even without umpires
they made their own calls.

Since not having money
they'd find what they could,
that could replace
that bat made of wood.

Whether it was a broomstick
a branch or some kind of pole,
they were determined
and to play was their goal.

They'd use tennis balls,racquet balls
or anything they found,
as long as it was good sized
and completely round.

A chair was at first
and then at second base,
they used the manhole cover
that sat in it's place.

They had a box on third
and then there was home,
that they outlined in chaulk
to create a strike zone.

There was left,center
and then there was right,
that was not close to a field
but to only street lights.

Though the things that they used
might not have been the same,
but they did whatever needed
to play their favorite game.
   
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The Greek God Of Walks
   
Author: Robert Miller
   
Poem: The Greek God Of Walks
   

I am the "Greek God Of Walks"
I was brought up from the farm,
because i have a great eye
and a pretty good arm.

I was brought up to Boston
from Pawtucket in "04"
due to players being injured
and the team needing more.

My first major league hit
was a solo home run,
which was also my first
major league run.

In my first year i celebrated
with a championship team,
we won the world series
every players dream.

Three years later
i still call boston my home,
and still i have the eye
for that strike zone.

My swing has grown better
i hit more everyday,
and i hope that in the future
that it's home i will stay.
 
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