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"You heard of the Wonderful Iron Horse Lou, "Who looked as if he would never be through, "For fourteen years as good as new, "And then of a sudden, he - ah, it's true!" "Gehrig was not like the common folk; "Created, was he, like the strongest oak; "Seemed nothing could crack on this hardy bloke! "No flaw to be found, no use to try "With hand as good and sure as his eye, "His arm was just as strong as his knee; "His back and shoulders enough for three; "And his legs the best you ever did see." "A thousand ballgames passed and found "Gehrig at first base strong and sound. "Fifteen hundred came and went; "Eighteen hundred and still unbent. "And then the two thousand twenty-first game "Playing as usual, much the same. "His body was sturdy - just like the start; "His lungs were still as strong as his heart, "He was sound all over as any part, - "And yet, as a whole, it is past a doubt "In one more game he will be worn out." "The second of May, Thirty-Nine! "McCarthy was naming his men down the line - "And what do you think the people found? "Dahlgren on first to the right of the mound! "And off in the dugout with head going round "Was the man who had played himself into the ground. "You see, of course, if you're not a dunce "How he went to pieces all at once - "All at once, and nothing first - "Just as bubbles do when they burst. "End of the wonderful Iron Horse Lou. "Flesh is flesh - and Lou is through." Wonderful Iron Horse Lou by Willard Mullin 1939.
Poised between going on and back, pulled Both ways taut like a tightrope-walker, Fingertips pointing the opposites, Now bouncing tiptoe like a dropped ball Or a kid skipping rope, come on, come on, Running a scattering of steps sidewise, How he teeters, skitters, tingles, teases, Taunts them, hovers like an ecstatic bird, He's only flirting, crowd him, crowd him, Delicate, delicate, delicate, delicate - now! The Base Stealer by Robert Francis
Casey at the Bat by Ernest Lawrence Thayer
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So long Roberto Clemente you have joined the immortals who've been bodysnatched by the Bermuda Triangle When your plane went down it forced tears out of grown men all over the hemisphere Al Oliver and even Willie Stargell cried You had a quiet pissed-off pride that made your countrymen look up to you even if you weren't taller than they are No matter how many times Manny Sanguillen dove for your body the sun kept going down on his inability to find it I just hope those Martians realize they are claiming the rights to far and away the greatest rightfielder of all time The Great One by Tom Clark
October by Hester Jewell Dawson Published: Stone Country (1986) the high fly ball, arches out above left field, hangs there in the sky outblazing the sun while fifty thousand heads swings and cry "Over the wall! Over the wall!" then hold, fixed and dumb as the ball drops down and down, a dead bird into a waiting glove and there you have it: the song, the flight, the perilous whisper of truth or of love or possibly of faith then the descent and the end of the game
The Yankees are in spring training down in Florida. I can feel them everyday cracking their bats on anvils with each warmer sunrise. The Yankees pound quarters out of the moon. The Yankees knock birds out of trees by the millions. I can listen to them chewing up the college squads and minor leaguers like wolves on a deer. It is a thing to hear. The snow listens so hard it vanishes. The pastures clear themselves of everything but wind. The ponds collapse, the ground moves. The Yankees are heading north. The Yankees by Robert Lord Keyes
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