I Grew Up

by Barbara Gregorich

I grew up in large backyards
with fields nearby
and open spaces.

I grew up with bats and balls
with neighbor kids
and unfenced spaces.

I grew up with white and black
with pickup games
in unblocked spaces.

I grew up with a batter’s stance
and hit away
to unfilled spaces.

I grew up with long-ball blasts
that led my eyes
to equal places.


From Barbara’s latest book (which is not all about baseball, she warns), Crossing the Skyway.

Published in History, Lyric, The Game Itself, Youth | Link to this poem | 1 Comment

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  1. Stephen wrote,

    I like . . . much.

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