the stars had lost their luster
disappointment thinned the stands
no one went to day games
scandal rocked the fans
warm-ups sure looked awkward
brand new backstop on the team
but magic filled the rafters
as the people took their seats
when a south paw from the country
who lived for farm and field
took the mound that summer's day
the rest became surreal...
with every toss and follow through
three up, three down, they played
strikes and fundamentals
cut batters down like hay
two dozen straight, after eight
when a long drive took to flight
a pinch fielder put his head down
and ran with graceful might
sprawling legs and stretching arm
collided with the wall
his glove went up, he knew it hit
but couldn’t feel the ball
down and down and down, he fell
the grail was knocked away
time stood still and no one breathed
as it hung in the dusty haze
snag! he pulled it from its perch
bare handing hide and fate
the crowd cut loose like thunder
with wringing hands, they prayed...
fastballs growing faster
were granted from baseball Zion
where Jackson, Johnson, and the Babe's
souls tapped the strength of Ryan
as a groundout framed the triumph,
we felt childhood dreams of fame
with caps tipped toward our fathers
for the love of a perfect game
Runnells, Iowa ‘09
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