Hometown Park

by Doug Fahrendorff

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I pause to visit
The ballpark in my hometown
The infield covered by a tarp
Of red and orange tinged leaves
Nature as groundskeeper
Heralding the coming of winter
I recall spring days at school
Baseball every recess
The field seemed gigantic then
Less imposing now
After fifty years
Memories are still clear
My infatuation with baseball began here
I turn the collar of my jacket
Against the October wind
And contemplate change

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Posted 10/13/2009

Summer Haiku

by Bob Carlton

Soft ground ball–
patches of bent grass
straightening.

Bikini-clad blonde
dumps over a half-warm beer–
knuckleball dances.

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Posted 9/30/2009

A Baseball Poem

by Stephen Jones

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A foul off the bat
is simply that recovered

then

handed off to younger hands
an exchange a part of history

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Posted 9/23/2009

On a Possible Rockies-Cardinals Playoff

By Stuart Shea

Rocks usually roll downhill.
These Rockies aren’t just landfill.

Left for dead in early May,
They’re in the playoff hunt today.

Playing halfway up the sky,
The Rockies feel a mile high.

The Cards may be their October foe,
Which ought to make a lovely show.

They’ll face a guy they used to pay–
That hitting star, Matt Holliday.

With Denver smog vs. St. Louis heat,
The Coors and Bud should flow quite sweet.

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Posted 9/22/2009