Baseball Poem---

THE GREATEST HITTER THAT EVER LIVED 

    by Ken Wasnock

( He is “The Kid,” “The Splendid Splinter,” “Thumper,” “Teddy Ballgame,” he is Theodore Samuel Williams, the greatest hitter who ever lived, the last of the .400 hitters.)

He made his name with a stick of ash,
He carved his memory with each mighty crash
What he did fulfilled his greatest dreams
Clouting that little orb with the hand stitched seams
He parried with pitchers with the keenest of eye
With all of their wizardry they couldn't get by
He beat them with patience, his perfected skill
Few were up to overcoming his enduring will
With practice and determination he earned his wage
Towering over home plate was his center stage
Quick and smooth, the sweetest swing
In a game of hitters he was truly King
From start to finish he awed fan and foe
From April to October he was a one man show
On a gray cloudy day he shined like the Sun
His final at bat he bid us farewell with number 521
Heroes come and go but for me it'll never be the same
None can compare to the Splendid Splinter, the Legend
Mr. Teddy Ballgame.