Few words. A lot of imagination.
Home Run Baker
Sat out 1915 season for more money.
He should be paid what’s fair.
With time running out in 1920,
He sat out another.
Cared for his honey.
Buried her.
Was second string his last two years.
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Copyright © 2021 by David Vaszko
We say Cobb was psychotic.
Good thing he doesn’t live today.
He’d be prescribed a narcotic.
All that talent put away.
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Copyright © 2021 by David Vaszko
Europe went to war.
Ruth arrived at Boston’s door.
With war’s end, Europe gasped at death.
Two years later, Babe took away a nation’s breathe.
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Copyright © 2021 by David Vaszko
Home Run Baker hit one off Marquard, one off Matty.
McGraw took it hard.
Because homers’ weren’t common to the game,
These two earned Frank his name.
Giants thought they’d be boss.
As it turned out. They lost.
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Copyright © 2021 by David Vaszko
Learned to play first like it was ballet.
Grew up in the Santa Clara Valley,
Where each March,
When the season started,
Light and clouds shifted above blooming orchards,
In unforgettable interplay.
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