Day in the SunA Poem by Tate Morgan 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 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  © 2020 Tate MorganAuthor's Note
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Tate MorganMarion , OHAboutAvailable from Amazon XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX I am a product of the Midwest. Raised on the plain states of North America. I was nurtured on a .. more..Writing
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