So I have decided to feature other people’s writing here on Monday mornings.  Each Monday I’ll select a poem or short quote that seems interesting or timely or funny (because who doesn’t need a laugh on Monday morning?)  I won’t force you to read my own work, but if you’re a glutton for punishment you can check out one of my poems here.

Today is the birthday of baseball greats Jackie Robinson and Ernie Banks.  So let’s have a poem about baseball.  I like this one by May Swenson.  Read it aloud.  See if you can’t hear the game.

Analysis of Baseball

It’s about
the ball,
the bat,
and the mitt.
Ball hits
bat, or it
hits mitt.
Bat doesn’t
hit ball, bat
meets it.
Ball bounces
off bat, flies
air, or thuds
ground (dud)
or it
fits mitt.

Bat waits
for ball
to mate.
Ball hates
to take bat’s
bait. Ball
flirts, bat’s
late, don’t
keep the date.
Ball goes in
(thwack) to mitt,
and goes out
(thwack) back
to mitt.

Ball fits
mitt, but
not all
the time.
ball gets hit
(pow) when bat
meets it,
and sails
to a place
where mitt
has to quit
in disgrace.
That’s about
the bases
about 40,000
fans exploded.

It’s about
the ball,
the bat,
the mitt,
the bases
and the fans.
It’s done
on a diamond,
and for fun.
It’s about
home, and it’s
about run.

May Swenson, Analysis of Baseball, from Complete Poems to Solve (Macmillan Pub. Co. 1993)