Baseball Poems

#  1

 by  Brendan Awerbach

Baseball is a game,  It has a Hall of Fame.

In Cooperstown, it's there, Getting in is so rare.

Baseball! Doubleday is the father of the game we know,
Or is it really so.
Playing in the late 1800's, 
In front of crowds that were smaller then a hundred.
Baseball started in a very small way,
People needed to know how to play.

By the 1920's after the Black Sox scandal,
Baseball was changing and people started to get the handle.

The Yankees of the 30's and 40's started to create quite a sensation,
as baseball fever gripped the eastern part of the nation.

 Ruth, Gehrig, Cobb, Johnson and Young all became the names of the day,
They would be the first to be in the Hall of Fame in a great way.

 Baseball from the late 30's to the mid 40's took a back seat to the war,
but in the late 40's and 50's came back with roar.

A new generation of players were around,
Led by Feller, DiMaggio, Williams and Snyder, the stars seemed to abound.

The 60's and 70's gave us more greats,
Koufax, Yastremski, Mays, Aaron, Mantle and Maris,
Baseball was known and played from the US to Paris.

As we entered the 80' and 90's, more stars came around,
Griffey, Ripken, Mcquire, Jackson, Ryan and Smoltz , all are the players that will astound.

The Hall of Fame is where all the greats are enshrined,
To hear their stories and tales can take a lotta time.
To understand baseball is not very tough,
And if you love the game, you can never get enough.