Day in the Sun

A life spent cowering from pain will leave you so aching inside The gift you'd miss, from life's sweet kiss knowing you never even tried

Tatertot 

With the start of the first inning

as the wind whistled through the tree's

Our short stop had his shoulder broke

and the fates blew in on the breeze

 This team was a thorn in the side

of the Harding President's Club

It was on this night my son Tate

was scheduled to play as a sub

 

The kid pitching for North Union

hurled a cooking heater down field

You could hear that freight train coming

as it's hide was 'bout to be peeled

Their coach then rallied his talent

pressing their shoulders to the wheel

like natives dancing 'round a fire

driving devils who'd struck a deal

 A death defying mid-air, catch

the bounding, ball tossed on the run

The Devil was in town this night

riding in on the setting sun

They dove and slid then nearly flew

as if the angels rode their backs

While running bases half possessed

plowing the field with cleated tracks 

,

 The dice kept coming up seven

and oh prophetically so

When the sun had finally set

the score was seven to zero

 Come ye fathers follow your child

through the tough times every one

For the oft chance will someday come

when they will have finally won 

 

Tatertot last night 4/12/14

Author's Note

Americans love the underdogs. It is such an American thing to do. Because the thrill of a win from a team thought washed up gives us all hope that the dreams that were washed away in our own youth could be rekindled and burn again.Such is the nexus of the American soul!

Reviews

[timthy]

Once again astounded ! love your work!! also love me some Bob Seeger!

[Tate Morgan]

hahah thanks Yeah i love seeger too it is truly all about enjoying the little things of life.No m,an says on his death bed i wish i had spent more time at work.

[raj24]

this was wonderful Tate.. loved that moment and yes seeing the underdogs winning gives a different joy all together.. we expect good teams to win , so to support the other side and seeing them winning gives a joy thats just hard to put in words.. loved your story ..and thanks for sharing your special moment :)

Raj

[Tate Morgan]

thank you this game was such a great night i am happy to share it

[Cindy Baker]

Love it Tate- Thank you for sharing

[Tate Morgan]

Hi Cindy thank you for stopping over

[Colorado Brian]

The scene was set. The suspension builds. The words create an exciting image in the mind, a game destined to become a Legend.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Brian yeah I truly treasured that game that day.

[Chaselyn]

Wonderful imagery and meter! I do believe I would prefer this poem to any amount of actual spectating any day!

[Tate Morgan]

I thank you i could hear this poem playing in my mind as I watched the game go on. No one remembered the last time we had been them it had literally been over 4 yrs

[Tate Morgan]

I gave this poem aside the picture of tatertot and his coach to his coach in a frame

[Matching Socks]

This is precious Tate. And I love the pics that accompany this too.
What a journey through the game!

I've been there with my own kids, my son used to play and I coached but he gave it up. :(
It's so exciting and such a proud moment when you see them giver their all!

[Tate Morgan]

thank you Ance it is great to watch them, struggle think they are beaten and rally to a cause Unlike other sports baseball forces you to use all the players if the play is at second you have to throw there.

[Matching Socks]

The rally is the best, very exciting! I love the game, but... can't force my passions onto my kids.
This is bringing back memories though. :)
Really great one Tate. Loved it. :)
It's a feel good reds and write.

[Matching Socks]

That should say read, not reds.
But, I noticed the team colors are red, so go Red!

[Matching Socks]

:-)........

[Tate Morgan]

lol yeah tate went to the game between the yankees and the indians the other day it lasted 14 innings

[Matching Socks]

Whoa, that's a long game. :)

[Tate Morgan]

it was over around midnight not good for escaping from downtown cleveland

[Matching Socks]

No, I can't imagine!
At least it wasn't a school night!
I know how hard it is to get out of downtown Toronto after game.
But it's an adventure. :)

[Tate Morgan]

cleveland is a bad town at night

[AprilRN1210]

We all hope for the best for our loved ones and take such pride in their efforts and accomplishments. Savoring each precious moment that we have with them and the honor that we have been blessed with having them in our lives... I love the vivid imagery you have creatively portrayed here. I felt the pride, the sunny excitement, the sheer enjoyment of this moment.. The pictures are a wonderful addition... I really enjoyed this..

[Tate Morgan]

April how I missed commenting on this is beyond me. I am a foolish old man who has no excuse

[Ruth]

Always a pleasure to pause and pop by Tate :) Wonderful energy x

[Tate Morgan]

Poppy you and i would get along swimmingly over coffee thank you

[Ruth]

And a biscuit ;) lol My pleasure hon x

[Tate Morgan]

thanks hon

[Muse]

This is the first year my 11 year old went out for soft ball. Now that she plays, I have a renewed respect and love for the game. I live vicariously through her every pitch and swing. The thrill she feels, I feel...just like I did while reading this endearing poem Tate.

[Tate Morgan]

Thanks Beth you are a great kid I wish your daughter all the luck in the games of life and you the joys they bring

[Patricia Wedel]

Wow! Tate... you have a gift of words.
My grandson Ethan who will be eleven this month
has played Little League ... but is off for the Summer.
His sister Maddie who will be seven in July was in T-ball
and has also signed up for the summer. Ethan
especially will appreciate your poem, having
suffered through about four years of learning the
true spirit of baseball. I will copy your poem for him.
truly... Pat

[Tate Morgan]

Pat I am honored thank you i tried a video version of this poem
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/1354978/

[Tate Morgan]

I wrote this for the coach of the Harding presidents who showed my son humanity by letting him play for his team in his Senior year Even though my son had transfer ed from his own school Marion Catholic because they closed