Winter Baseball Poems

When the leaves fall,
In the autumn, as the,
Sunsets as the night becomes cooler.
Seasons resemble the,
Changing of the guard.
From baseball to the,
Newly knighted kings of Football.
As...

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These are the best sports poems by Michael R. Burch, Part II

The Locker
by Michael R. Burch

All the dull hollow clamor has died
and what was contained,
removed,
reproved
adulation...

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Ooohhh the wind, oohh the dreadfully cold , stood through it in the middle of the stadium, a broken pole bearing the score board.

The springs...

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Near the end of October, a gelid wind blew
and froze the corollas of the dainty daisies;
it came as a surprise, sad was the face of...

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Poems about Children V

Pan
by Michael R. Burch

Among the shadows of the groaning elms,
amid the darkening oaks, we fled ourselves

Once there were paths that led to...

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Poems about Children IV

Salat Days
by Michael R. Burch

Dedicated to the memory of my grandfather, Paul Ray Burch, Sr.

I remember how my grandfather used to pick...

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I’m not sure
I have the strength anymore
To be discovered

Stepping into the cold black lake of February
Clopping to work in frozen slop
Snow snarling at my ankles

Car...

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hey pete
by Michael R. Burch
 
hey pete,
it's baseball season
and the sun ascends the sky,
encouraging a schoolboy's dreams
of winter whizzing by;
go out, go out and catch...

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I rose from bed this morning at 4am and shortly thereafter I opened The front
 door and window.  That's when I saw September waiting...

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'Round here it's winter, cold as hell
Down there the chosen, a few lucky boys
   answer the call of the Opening Bell
  ...

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Think Spring!
      Smile! Say Hi!
    Keep fit/Stay spry
       Think Spring!

 ...

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In the depths of a New York winter 
I am waiting for the baseball  season to start 
My old man was a New York...

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All appear denuded
When you set in;
Forests, hills, rivers, winds and
The nymphs.

Even the angels look disrobed, and
Seem lying spread-eagled on barren clouds,
Sans their birthrights;
The luminous crowns.

On...

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Coaching Little League was Dad’s greatest joy
My brother Artie always got a hit
Proud Pop would smile and say, “That’s my boy!”
I would cheer too, but...

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POEM 10 THE WOMAN IN MY HEART 



I WAS LAYING THERE IN THE WINTER NIGHT WITH OUT HER. 

I AM WITH OUT HER IN ALL...

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