Bottom of the Ninth

–for Bob Church

we grew up playing until dark
be home before
the street lights came on

mowing vacant lots
marking the bases
with scrapes of wood
or cardboard
sandlot baseball
a pastime passion
we were outside kids
wanting to be mantle
knocking it out
of the park or
drysdale striking out
the side in the last game
of the world series

we grew up
butch wax flat tops
gap tooth smiles
blue jeans rolled up
and dirty knees
catching crawdads
from the creek
with bacon and string

sometimes making
both love and war
we went looking
for that american dream
doing our own thing
our own way
finding nothing ever
remains the same
and there is no
yellow brick road

we shed some blood
along the way and
in that blood found
the real dream
was not a picket fence
2.5 children
a cadillac in every pot
but the love of
a good woman
arms holding us tight
for us
………… day
to wake up

13 Responses to Bottom of the Ninth

  1. Scot, you’re making me cry. This is so beautiful. That last stanza is breathtaking. Even a dumb girl can relate to the boyhood experiences. What a tribute. What a beautiful, powerful poem. You knocked it out of the park.

  2. Noah says:

    This is absolutely amazing.

  3. kimtblogger says:

    I agree – I know baseball from movies like Field of Dreams and A League of their own and from Snoopy cartoons but it is lovely to know that boys grow up to find that love is the real dream…

  4. Scot says:

    thanks Julie 🙂

  5. Scot says:

    thank you Noah for the kind words

  6. Scot says:

    thanks for the comments

  7. whypaisley says:

    bravo scot.. a time capsule,, and a portrait of a place in time that i for one can see as clearly as if it was just yesterday…

  8. nathan1313 says:

    This really makes the scene live and that last stanza’s a surprise. Great work

  9. Scot says:

    thanks nathan, glad you liked it

  10. David Rheins says:

    Amen! This is quite a call to arms. Wake up and smell the blood. Excellent.

  11. Scot says:

    Hey David–Glad to see you

  12. Jo says:

    beautiful, truly beautiful. I’m back and will get properly caught up later.

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