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

[redzone]

I was thinking Mudville and the mighty Casey for a bit but then the sevens rolled and it was a home run... just like in your poem Tate. Football was my youngest sport. Left offensive tackle (and he was such a tiny thing when born). Never got to see him play, sadly. I think you poem captures the sights and feel of a little league baseball game. Thanks Tate
~~redzone

[Tate Morgan]

thanks red

[Raymond Federle]

Great stuff! my children often inspire me as well! :)

[Tate Morgan]

thank you ray

[paul sal.....]

come ye father's, follow your child, because sometimes, dreams do come true...................

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you paul I enjoyed this game like no other.

[Michael G. Smith]

Awesome poem! Methinks your best. You took me there to the sidelines and feeling all of events. Really enjoyed this the depictions truly brought this to life.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Mike It was a great game to watch i wanted to add a bit of americana to the spirit of it and the way we all think feel and live .

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

Love this my Friend the American Dream.
Is this you my poet friend as a child??

make me think of my grandpa he loved baseball
and makes me think of my child hood we
have a baseball field where the children would
play always drove by it so makes me think of
my home town and childhood dreams.

The music added a good
touch to it perfect Tunes.

Thank you for taking me back in time.
I really Enjoyed reading this.

Blessings. kindred poet

[Tate Morgan]

Oh yeah I was the same as a child But this is my son TATE Playing now thank you

[Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoet]

Ah ..Well he looks like Daddy. You're very welcome. blessings Kindred poet

[Tate Morgan]

thank you yeah he does look a lot like me

[Tai Ryens]

A tale of perseverance and of driving evil away from the place in which you reside in and play in. I like how you capture the essence of some of American culture, I enjoyed.

[Tate Morgan]

thank you very much But it really wasnt that deep a thought it was pure americana

[Marie]

What an exciting ame! I don't kow much about baseball, and I never had a son, but This sounds like a wonderful thing.

[Tate Morgan]

Hi Marie Well it is sad to think you haven't known the feeling of that comes from this. But yes it is a great thing to go watch

[writ rajat]

very much heartheating line u used in this poem

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you very much

[Pryde Foltz]

The boys then rallied their talent
pressing their shoulders to the wheel
like children revering a fire
driven devils who'd struck a deal

Americana at its finest and wonderful turn of phrase throughout.