A Game Forgot

 This is  my post for Thursday Poets Ralley Week 47. It’s a perfect poem for this hot summer week, leading up to the 4th of July weekend. Baseball is, after all, America’s game! Happy Independence day, everyone!

A Game Forgot

 

Summer day, schoolwork forgotten

Air filled with mindless chatter

Pitcher glares toward home plate

Fielders shout, hey batter hey batter

 

Ball speeds to the redheaded batter

Louisville Slugger in his grip

Gonna knock that pill outta sight

Trot the bases and give cap a tip

 

Crack of bat as swing connects

Ball soars high in the air

Cover flutters to the infield

The players, horrified, stare

 

The sphere unravels as it flies

Crushed by the mighty blow

Over the fence then crashes loud

Through Old Man Wilson’s window

 

Mr. Wilson looks over his fence

At the quiet…. and empty sandlot

Remnants of a baseball in his hand

Summer day, a game forgot

 

Copyright © 1998 C. Mashburn

45 Comments »

  1. Sherry Mashburn said

    Look out Casey At The Bat!!

  2. kez said

    don'[t know anything about baseball but loved the story and poetry …thank you for sharing x x

  3. Jingle said

    I feel your summer blues/cheers here, well done.

    Happy Rally.

  4. Most enjoyable story, a nice poem, I know nothing of baseball but I enjoyed it just the same 🙂

  5. luna15 said

    great visual! a cute and entertaining piece!

  6. ShirleyAnderson said

    Loved it. Think I’ll have to go to a Diamondbacks game soon.

  7. Andy said

    I’m more of an NFL man myself, but every now and then I’ll take a peek at a baseball game, especially when it’s the World Series.

    Nicely done and thanks for visiting!

    • Me too, actually. I wrote this remmebering sandlot games from long long ago. I used to love baseball, but was turned away by the persistant strikes and the growing arrogance of the athletes. Football is stumbling closer to the abyss as well. Each year it seems my interest dwindles in sports in general.

  8. thoughtsnotlost said

    Perfect summer poem, I loved it!

    • Wonderful! It’s one of my favorites. I have another I’ll post soon called “Cannonball”, which a great summer poem, too. You can look it up on my log if you can’t wait!!

  9. thingy said

    I love this! Oh, the days of Summer baseball when the whole hood played. : )

    • Me too! That’s what this is one is based on. We had a neighborhood full of kids, and we played whatever sport was in season. Those were the days!

  10. Kim Nelson said

    Ah! Baseball! Gotta love it!

  11. Jo Bryant said

    such a snapshot of a time – beautiful

  12. nice write about the good old days when kids went outside and you could actually play baseball in the sandlot with wooden bats and no helmets and didn’t have to worry about being sued for it….thanks for the memories…how cynical I have become.

    • Thanks, Charlie. You’re no more cynical than this Charlie! And just so’s ya know: Don’t get me started!
      But, yes, those were, no doubt, the good ol’ days!

  13. jennirey said

    Mighty Casey and “The Sandlot” come to mind.. love this..

    • Very much so. That was one of my favorite’s when I was a young boy. Thanks for the read and comment! Please visit us again!

  14. kagenohime said

    Makes me want to watch a baseball game out in the summer sun. Good job!

  15. Ravenblack said

    Beautiful poem. The clearness of a summer day, and then the ending, kind of sad that it’s a memory. Interesting the memory is of the person whose window is broken and it seems like he is the one missing the game despite that.

    • Wonderful comments! Thank you so much! And your insight is terrific, because when I wrote this I played the part of the players, as well as Mr. Wilson. I’ve lived both parts. If you have time, have a look at my poem, The Grouchy Old Man. It was written in much the same vein. Please stop by and visit again!

  16. You had me puzzled with the title, then following along the scene set by your stanzas, and then finally, surprised and chuckling at the end, thinking of the guy with the broken window, and how that would be too bad for the kids to have to stop playing. A fun piece.

    • I can see where it might have you wondering at first, but I had this vision of a game, the broken window, then the kids scattering, before the old guy could see who broke his window.
      Thanks for reading and commenting!

  17. Wow……… its really good “)

    • Well, thank you! I’m glad you like it. Thanks for reading and commenting! I appreciate it very much!

  18. Oh wow you really brought this game to life! Fantastic

    • Thanks for the comment! Sorry for the late reply. Holiday weekend; no Internet service where we were!

  19. magher1 said

    Nice poem! Feels like summer 😉

  20. clariice said

    I could feel the action and excitement up in the air with the ongoing game!
    Keep the rhythm going!

  21. stirring and beautiful…

    Please join poetry potluck week 42 today,
    Feel free to submit random poems or poems unrelated to our theme.
    Cheers.
    Happy Tuesday.
    appreciate your input.

  22. A memory of the past that still lingers.
    Very nicely done.
    Genebrother

  23. lol, yes, I love this, lol, the ending is brilliant, and hilarious, brings back a memory where a ball went through a window but it was open, and it bounced all over the kitchen I believe, lol, Thank you, much appreciated, WS

RSS feed for comments on this post · TrackBack URI

Please leave a comment! We love hearing from you!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: