Baseball Poem ---
Catcher Sings the Blues |
From the book |
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by Paul B. Janeczko, Carole Katchen (Illustrator) |
Crouching low, I sing the blues
The aches are now a part of me
Blocking home, I sing the blues
0, the aches are now a part of me
Bruises, bumps, and scrapes
Have worn me down, can't you see?
My knees sing the blues
They sing 'em when I stoop and bend
My knees sing the blues
0, they sing 'em when I stoop and bend
They crunch, crackle, pop
The hurtful noises never end.
My fingers sing the blues
When I grip a ball or make a fist
0, my fingers sing the blues
When I grip a ball or make a fist
The knuckles moan and cry
By fire every one is kissed
Crouching low, I sing the blues
The aches are now a part of me
Blocking home, I sing the blues
0, these aches are now a part of me
Too many bruises, bumps, and scrapes
I'm nothing like I used to be.
No, nothing like I used to be
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