This Is My Kind of Poetry

May 29th, 2013 at 10:12 pm

I would like to be all high-brow and such, but most poetry just zips right by me.  Every few months I take another stab at a poem in the New Yorker and…nope…nothin’…

But this poem, which I heard on the way in this AM as read by Frank Deford, just totally reached me as I suspect it will you, even if you’re not into baseball.

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3 comments in reply to "This Is My Kind of Poetry"

  1. Dave says:

    Excellent poem!

    I was afraid up to the end, oh no, that Casey was a hero. But reward did come to find at last that casey was a zero.


  2. dilbert dogbert says:

    Mudville = Stockton CA. Still mired in the mud of bankruptcy.


  3. Tom in MN says:

    My son will like this as he had a great time pitching last night — so getting the strike out at the end will appeal to him — it’s all a matter of perspective. Now if we could just get summer to start here…


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