Jun 2014
The games we played in childhood
made to ready us for our life
The fleet foot breathless soldier
forged to mimic our daily strife
These lessons turn round and round
with the sweet spinning of a child
Taught so that we may never forget
to make a man of the meek and mild
Somewhere between the child and man
we forget sometimes the reason
Why children love to play these games
as varied as each new season
The happy chimes of the baseball field
like notes from far flung rain
Carry us back to our childhood
reliving the laughter and the pain
The giddy chatter across the field
lofted high on the drifting breeze
Echo our life's fear of failure
wishing, if only time could freeze
We find much more when we lose
of just what we are made of
Discovering the test of character
that all good men so love
In life it's not the ones who condemn
nor win most times they play
It's friends who forgave our weakness
whose spirits echo through our day
Tate
Original poem with family pictures and music
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/542810/
made to ready us for our life
The fleet foot breathless soldier
forged to mimic our daily strife
These lessons turn round and round
with the sweet spinning of a child
Taught so that we may never forget
to make a man of the meek and mild
Somewhere between the child and man
we forget sometimes the reason
Why children love to play these games
as varied as each new season
The happy chimes of the baseball field
like notes from far flung rain
Carry us back to our childhood
reliving the laughter and the pain
The giddy chatter across the field
lofted high on the drifting breeze
Echo our life's fear of failure
wishing, if only time could freeze
We find much more when we lose
of just what we are made of
Discovering the test of character
that all good men so love
In life it's not the ones who condemn
nor win most times they play
It's friends who forgave our weakness
whose spirits echo through our day
Tate
Original poem with family pictures and music
http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/aristate/542810/
Haven't we all thought back to the moment we were up to bat?
With the weight of the world on us we then struck out.
Baseball is the national sport here. It is the only sport to have a commisioner all powerful who is in charge of guarding the integrity of the game. In 1919 the first commisioner Judge Kennesaw Mountain Landis was elected to the lifetime post to combat the cheating that the white sox had done in the world series. Even though all were aquitted he banned them all from the game for life saying "No player who gambles on the game of baseball or sits in conference with others who do and does not tell his franchise will ever play the game again." He added What these men have done is to plant a doubt in the minds of every American school boy who ever looked up to them with honor. Forever crushing their sense of fairplay and honesty"!
The White Sox were for years then after refered to as the Black Sox!
Childhood:
Softened by Times consummate plush,
How sleek the woe appears
That threatened childhoods citadel
And undermined the years!
Bisected now by bleaker griefs,
We envy the despair
That devastated childhoods realm,
So easy to repair.
Emily Dickinson
With the weight of the world on us we then struck out.
Baseball is the national sport here. It is the only sport to have a commisioner all powerful who is in charge of guarding the integrity of the game. In 1919 the first commisioner Judge Kennesaw Mountain Landis was elected to the lifetime post to combat the cheating that the white sox had done in the world series. Even though all were aquitted he banned them all from the game for life saying "No player who gambles on the game of baseball or sits in conference with others who do and does not tell his franchise will ever play the game again." He added What these men have done is to plant a doubt in the minds of every American school boy who ever looked up to them with honor. Forever crushing their sense of fairplay and honesty"!
The White Sox were for years then after refered to as the Black Sox!
Childhood:
Softened by Times consummate plush,
How sleek the woe appears
That threatened childhoods citadel
And undermined the years!
Bisected now by bleaker griefs,
We envy the despair
That devastated childhoods realm,
So easy to repair.
Emily Dickinson
