“They throw the ball, I hit it; they hit the ball, I catch it.”
“Wait till next year” they
say, and here are arms to throw
a curve, a fast ball.
Who can say that I
will not be able to hit
that ball out, send it
much farther than they
have ever seen? to reach up, hit
the stars with that ball.
Listen closely: I
can hear bats sing. Come catch
the magic of it.
As usual: explanations. Laura at Create Art Everyday asked me awhile ago to put my Mets obsession on hold and draw Chris Davis, who plays first base for her team, the Baltimore Orioles. I had been planning to, and got an extra push with a poetic prompt from Colleen and Ronovan: write something based on a quote you find inspiring. The theme was “wisdom”, and who is wiser about baseball (and life) than Willie Mays?
Quotes are perfect for shovel poems: look at the last word of each line.
Opening Day Sunday April 3! The real first day of spring!