This poem originally appeared here in April of 2006 (and the post contains one of my fave comments (at number five)).
I THREW A BASEBALL
by
Gregory K.
I threw a baseball into the air.
If fell to Earth I know not where.
And so you see, I can't explain
What happened to your window pane.
You can check out the Poetry Friday roundup over at the wonderful A Year of Reading. For more baseball poetry (hey... there was a perfect game tossed yesterday, so baseball's on my mind!), hope on over to Bardball.
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Showing posts with label baseball poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baseball poem. Show all posts
Friday, July 24, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
A Perfect Game - a baseball poem/a father-son poem
A PERFECT GAME
by
Gregory K.
Tonight we’re at a baseball game:
The minors (double A).
But I don’t care! it’s me and Dad -
My siblings stayed away!
My soda couldn’t be more flat.
My Cracker Jacks taste old.
The peanut vendor never came.
My hot dog caught a cold.
But Dad and I are having fun.
In fact, it’s quite a blast.
We’re talking, laughing, telling tales
As innings move on past.
He tells my why he loves the game,
Each hit, each out, each run.
I tell him why I don’t like math.
He says "Like Dad, like son."
I tell him that I had a crush,
How weak it made my knees.
He tells me how he met my mom
And when to try a squeeze.
I ask about a stolen base
And why folks like to dance.
He tells me tales of baseball greats
And all about romance.
Dreams, home runs, and silly jokes –
They all come up, and more.
Tonight we’re at a baseball game...
And we’re not keeping score.
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by
Gregory K.
Tonight we’re at a baseball game:
The minors (double A).
But I don’t care! it’s me and Dad -
My siblings stayed away!
My soda couldn’t be more flat.
My Cracker Jacks taste old.
The peanut vendor never came.
My hot dog caught a cold.
But Dad and I are having fun.
In fact, it’s quite a blast.
We’re talking, laughing, telling tales
As innings move on past.
He tells my why he loves the game,
Each hit, each out, each run.
I tell him why I don’t like math.
He says "Like Dad, like son."
I tell him that I had a crush,
How weak it made my knees.
He tells me how he met my mom
And when to try a squeeze.
I ask about a stolen base
And why folks like to dance.
He tells me tales of baseball greats
And all about romance.
Dreams, home runs, and silly jokes –
They all come up, and more.
Tonight we’re at a baseball game...
And we’re not keeping score.
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Also, it's Poetry Friday! Kelly Polark is hosting over at her blog, and you can click here for the roundup post. Go on over and check out what else is going on, poetically, in the Kidlitosphere today....
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
A Doubleheader Sweep -- a doubleheader poem/a math poem/a concrete poem
It's another concrete poem, but this time I think layout won't be an issue....
A DOUBLEHEADER SWEEP
by
Gregory K.
won + won = too much fun.
I'm posting an original poem each day in April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and I post all year round, because poetry is NOT just for April!) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".
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A DOUBLEHEADER SWEEP
by
Gregory K.
won + won = too much fun.
I'm posting an original poem each day in April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and I post all year round, because poetry is NOT just for April!) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".
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Thursday, April 05, 2007
Home Run -- a baseball poem
HOME RUN
by
Gregory K.
Swing.
Crack!
Fly ball.
Going deep.
What a sight I see...
Just the back of the left fielder.
Baseball is my favorite sport, it's true. This Fib comes not so much from memory, but from a feeling this scrappy leadoff hitting second baseman wished he had more often!
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, because poetry is NOT just for April) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".)
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by
Gregory K.
Swing.
Crack!
Fly ball.
Going deep.
What a sight I see...
Just the back of the left fielder.
Baseball is my favorite sport, it's true. This Fib comes not so much from memory, but from a feeling this scrappy leadoff hitting second baseman wished he had more often!
(I'm posting an original poem-a-day through April in celebration of National Poetry Month. Links to this and other poems here on GottaBook (and there are lots of others, because poetry is NOT just for April) are collected over on the right of the blog under the headline "The Poems".)
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Wednesday, May 31, 2006
A baseball Fib...
Baseball is near and dear to my heart, and I think sports Fibbery is still underserved, so I thought I'd toss up a baseball Fib. This is also a tribute to the remarkable weather we've had out here lately. You know, the type of weather where you understand why people settled in the middle of a giant desert....
What?
Done?
No way.
Come on -- stay.
Nothing else will do:
It's a perfect day to play two.
What?
Done?
No way.
Come on -- stay.
Nothing else will do:
It's a perfect day to play two.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Poem of the Day: I Threw a Baseball
I THREW A BASEBALL
by
Gregory K.
I threw a baseball into the air.
If fell to Earth I know not where.
And so you see, I can't explain
What happened to your window pane.
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by
Gregory K.
I threw a baseball into the air.
If fell to Earth I know not where.
And so you see, I can't explain
What happened to your window pane.
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