Baseball Poetry

Dedicated to the writing of those invited to participate in a baseball poetry project. Those invited were asked to 1) go to a baseball game, any game and 2) create a poem, in any shape or form about that particular game or some memory of baseball, for the purpose of developing a collection. Most baseball poetry collections are ones culled from the works of famous poets; this one is designed to be more democratic, inviting some established poets and others moved to write baseball poems.

Friday, September 01, 2006

Mama's Pride at Baseball

Ronda Grassi

He is 3 years old.
I pitch, he swings, I duck, beam.
Rippin them out’ the infield.

2 Comments:

  • At 10:02 AM, Blogger David Schaafsma said…

    Full disclosure: I have a personal relationship with the "ripper" in this haiku: my nephew and namesake, David, who looks to me to follow in the athletic prowess of his mother. I like this sweet "mother's pride" poem to which any parent can relate.

     
  • At 10:08 AM, Blogger Dan De Vries said…

    Very Sweet. Love it.

     

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