They’re no “Mighty Casey” as they come up to bat
Just little tots dragging their bats
Shy and scared slowly they arrive
Never lifting up those innocent eyes
Placing the ball upon the black tee
Stepping back I explain swing free
All their might and energy they bring
Comes that “Mighty Casey” swing
The sound of the bat contacting the ball
Now starts a sight the humors us all
Parents cheering, yelling “RUN Fast Run”
Off to first base goes one of their sons
Sixty feet seems like an eternity
As tiny legs are moving so gently
Finally he arrives at first base
Lifts up his cap and turns to the crowd
As he gives the old coach a high-five and them a smile
Twenty springs have come and gone
As my life just moves along
Asked every spring why do I come back
I reply, ”Hearing the crack of Mighty Casey’s bats
The love of a little cardinal high-five
And the smile from those innocent eyes”
John Thomas Banasiewicz
Copyright 2004
They grow up too soon but memories are what makes life....
This was a really enjoyable read!
~Nikki~
vesna :)
awwwwwwwwwww, i love this--beautiful write!
((((HUGS)))) and love, karla. :)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
although i am not a fan of school sports, i don't mind little league!
Nothing is sweeter than the delight of an afternoon t-ball game with little ones - and how well you captured the excitement that comes along with it. Ever the parent, even your reviewers will long to run aside the little people to help them get to base.
Beautiful snapshot of Americana Tommy.
~Rose~
Congratz Grandpa....on the victory run!!!!
Love Tinka
Reindeer
was wonderful watching them...especially when they
won....but they had good attitudes when they lost..
this was a journey into my memory....loved it..floria
Hope your grandson hits a homer!:):)
~Linda