Michael E. Harris Poet Epic

A Tony Gwynn Poem

You put up the numbers 
Year after year. 
You faced every pitcher 
Having no fear. 

You have a great eye. 
The best of them all.
You made it look easy 
When you contact the ball.

A pitch in the strike zone 
You gave it a slap.
Singles and doubles 
Were scored in the gaps.

Over two hundred hits 
Five different seasons. 
Over thirty-one hundred 
Hall of fame reasons.

You batted an average
Three thirty-eight. 
Over twenty straight years.
I'm just saying that's great.

Eight batting titles 
With the very same team. 
For today’s average player 
It's only a dream.

Out in right field 
You were a cut above. 
And for your great play 
Won five golden gloves.

You stole 300 bases.
Most never knew.
Your career strike outs 
Were so very few. 

So now you stand 
In the hall of fame. 
As one of the greatest 
To have played the game.

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