Georgia allstate finals back in 1945 We were one run up in the top of the ninth, my dad struck out the side He was ridin' that high hard one to a college scholarship But something popped in his arm that day, and never again he'd pitch
But I still love baseball I still love baseball I still love baseball through it all
That great game is a passion, in my time caught it too The first warm day of springtime, I'd say, "Dad, let's hit a few" I played third base for Georgia Tech, and the pro scouts came around But my country called and I left those glory days in Viet Nam
But I still love baseball I still love baseball I still love baseball through it all
Sometimes I see my whole life like that great American game With two men out in the last of the ninth you still don't You just can't You never give up the dream
I went to opening day this year, just like I always had I thought about my own youth, and I thought about my dad When the last notes of that anthem played my heart began to pound 'Cause when the Braves went to the field, my son was on the mound
And I still love baseball I still love baseball I still love baseball through it all
Yes, Baseball is like that. My first husband was a little league coach and it was his daughter on the mound! She even made it into sports illustrated as a featured kid.
Doesn't look like I'm going to get to a new poem again this week. But here's one on knitting. I probably wrote it for another prompt here at one point. LOL.
Order from Chaos
Knit two, purl one. Each row shows progress, grows the sweater. Ball of yarn unwinds, creates garments
for winter. Nothing else in my life progresses neatly. Events swirl, whorl, no control.
I get old, parents die, friends fade from my life, children grow up have babies, siblings too far away.
The world gone awry. President lies about war, Russian interference, coming climate change.
Still the sweater grows longer, each stitch neat, exactly the same, row by row. I sit and knit.
A very interesting poem, I really loved it. Incidentally I posted a poem on last week's prompt, not new, yet appropriate. Hope you read it and comment.
Nice journey. Although I like this a lot, I think you could have done a lot more with it. I'd like to know the camera brand. What kind of film? Did you send it off to get developed? Did you ever have a polaroid where the pix we almost as immediate as our digital ones and you could watch them develop?
After so many years and being an eight year old who didn't know anything about brands, or film, I couldn't tell you. I do remember polaroids but never had my own. Expensive!
I'm going to do a song lyric here.
ReplyDeleteI STILL LOVE BASEBALL
Georgia allstate finals back in 1945
We were one run up in the top of the ninth, my dad struck out the side
He was ridin' that high hard one to a college scholarship
But something popped in his arm that day, and never again he'd pitch
But I still love baseball
I still love baseball
I still love baseball through it all
That great game is a passion, in my time caught it too
The first warm day of springtime, I'd say, "Dad, let's hit a few"
I played third base for Georgia Tech, and the pro scouts came around
But my country called and I left those glory days in Viet Nam
But I still love baseball
I still love baseball
I still love baseball through it all
Sometimes I see my whole life like that great American game
With two men out in the last of the ninth you still don't
You just can't
You never give up the dream
I went to opening day this year, just like I always had
I thought about my own youth, and I thought about my dad
When the last notes of that anthem played my heart began to pound
'Cause when the Braves went to the field, my son was on the mound
And I still love baseball
I still love baseball
I still love baseball through it all
And here's the song: I Still Love Baseball
I remember this. An awesome poem, even if I don't love baseball. (20 minutes of excitement crammed into three hours.)
DeleteYes, Baseball is like that. My first husband was a little league coach and it was his daughter on the mound! She even made it into sports illustrated as a featured kid.
DeleteDoesn't look like I'm going to get to a new poem again this week. But here's one on knitting. I probably wrote it for another prompt here at one point. LOL.
ReplyDeleteOrder from Chaos
Knit two, purl one.
Each row shows
progress, grows the sweater.
Ball of yarn unwinds,
creates garments
for winter.
Nothing else in my life
progresses neatly.
Events swirl, whorl,
no control.
I get old, parents die,
friends fade from my life,
children grow up
have babies,
siblings too far away.
The world gone awry.
President lies
about war,
Russian interference,
coming climate change.
Still the sweater
grows longer,
each stitch neat, exactly
the same, row by row.
I sit and knit.
A very interesting poem, I really loved it. Incidentally I posted a poem on last week's prompt, not new, yet
Deleteappropriate. Hope you read it and comment.
Very nice.
DeletePhotography
ReplyDeleteAs a child, I was given
A metal black box camera
that took black and white photos,
and oh how I loved to use it.
Later I had more and newer cameras.
My photo collection of smiling faces
bright leaves, flowers and curiosities
grew to become many albums.
My joy has been to seek
beauty where it may hide
unnoticed, shyly sweet,
winking up from sidewalk cracks.
Now my albums are dusty
my images no longer printed,
posted instead as illustrations
to expand my writing's reach.
My phone camera is handy.
When an opportunity presents
and I see something to record
I have only to reach into my purse.
I find as much joy today as ever
when I, an eager eight year old,
aimed and clicked the button
Of my precious black box camera.
Nice journey. Although I like this a lot, I think you could have done a lot more with it. I'd like to know the camera brand. What kind of film? Did you send it off to get developed? Did you ever have a polaroid where the pix we almost as immediate as our digital ones and you could watch them develop?
DeleteAfter so many years and being an eight year old who didn't know anything about brands, or film, I couldn't tell you. I do remember polaroids but never had my own. Expensive!
DeleteVery nice sentiment, nice movement through time and technology.
ReplyDelete