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

[Saddam]

itresting piece, a funny image creating art.

[Tate Morgan]

thank you very much

[Jennie Baron]

How very clever to weave baseball into a life lesson. It has a lot to teach us allegorically. I'm a big fan and keep wanting to do that somehow in my writing. Well done, Tate, and thank you, Melissa, for sharing this with me.

[Tate Morgan]

thank you jenny Baseball is the great leveler of politics and pride.In this game i see the game of life For here we can achieve what for other reasons seems impossible in our own life and times. To be for a moment the best at what we do

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

I started to laugh on verse 3 and stayed glued to the poem till the end. A story to warm anyones' heart. never mind getting into the deep meanings. This is a stand alone piece. Brilliant. I loved it. Added to my favourites. Clive.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you it was a great time to be had by all. I felt so bad for the short stop whose injury gave my son the chance to play. he had slid back to first on a leadoff And had his shoulder stomped on by the first basemen ripping it out of its socket. It was obvious he was done for the season. So I really liked that they ponied up to crush this team in response Thank you

[Dayran]

The inspiration to take on something bigger than what we are ... starts early in our infancy ... and like any dream ... brings itself to mix in a baseball game ... in a sporty relation between the Angels and the Devil. There are times when we forget ... which is which ... but it does come back to us in the end. Nice.

[Tate Morgan]

I always root for the underdog probably because I am usually one of their own kind. LOl Sri wish you could have been there It was the miracle on ice all over again .Thank you

[Frieda P]

I knew this story would inspire you to write a poignant piece of poetry. Okay, so the kiddo is too old for huggles, but poetry is alright eh? ha....great job here Tate, and love the pics, what a fine looking Tatertot. ;)

[Tate Morgan]

thank you dear. Oh I had such a time I was skipping to the truck afterward Just elated at what they had been able to do This si why I so love this game Unlike basketball all the team has to do their part You have to throw to third or second If the play is there. Oh this was the greatest thanks

[Frieda P]

You don't have to explain baseball or any sports to me hon, I have three boys and bleacher butt from many years there. ;) Enjoyed your moment basking in the sun of your son Tate....

[Tate Morgan]

Thanks dear Oh yea i could feel every hit every time they ran my muscles twitched every base skidded into I felt the hit it was surreal

[Avinash]

Gives a glimpse of how great a father son relationship could be. In father, a son looks for his role model and a hero and in a son a father wants to see everything he couldn't be.

[Tate Morgan]

Yes you are right I see in my son what I was unable to achieve in my time. And he looked up each time he succeeded to see i watching.They always know you are there or you are not.Thank you

[Jen Yarrington]

I'm not much into sports, but in poetry, it's beautiful! You've taken a struggle that could have filled an entire novel and condensed into a concise piece of literature. Nice work, and I, too, love the underdog theme.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you as Twain said poetry can do in one page what would take prose an entire chapter. Thank you very much

[Einstein Noodle]

great heart, great mind great poem and story ... brings a tear to my eye, Tate ... i am a total sucker for any underdog that gives honest passionate effort ... thanks for sharing this ..enjoyed all ..pics, poem and song
E.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you Einstein Oh the days when we ran torrid fast and hard. i could feel my legs twitch every time one of them took off and almost feel the ball hit my glove.It was great to achieve what one thinks they cannot. It was the night my faith was renewed as i saw them do the impossible.

[Einstein Noodle]

great blessings for that day and many more to come Tate ... went to a Neil Sedaka concert last night .. felt this same and marvelous spirit .. great and enduring is in fact .. great and enduring ...
love and peace bro ..
E.

[Tate Morgan]

Thank you It is always humbling to watch them play and sit in awe at the ability that once we knew but that now we might not be as adept at

[Coyote Poetry]

A very entertaining story in the poem. Baseball is a good game. Even in defeat. 18 kids could play the game. Thank you for sharing the excellent tale in the poem.
Coyote

[Tate Morgan]

Yes we find much more of just what we are made of when we lose than when we win. But i gotta say Ida sold my soul to win that game lol thanks coyote