Classic and Contemporary Poetry
OUR HARDY DADS, by WILLIAM A. PHELON First Line: Our daddies sat upon unpainted planks Last Line: Our daddies must have been the all-wool stuff! Subject(s): Baseball; Fathers; Past; Sports | ||||||||
OUR daddies sat upon unpainted planks To see a ball game, and the splinters raked Their trouserloons terrificyet they stuck, Under the sun, and bellowed as they baked. What did they care for splinters or for sun? They loved the game, and had a world of fun! The comforts that we have to-day would seem, To those old-timers, just a foolish dream! Our daddies traveled long and devious routes, Through mud and rural roads to see a fight Dodged country cops, and, in some shivery barn, Beheld a battle by dim lantern-light. And, when the fight was donethe victory cinched Most of the crowd was captured, jugged and pinched! In those old days, the fighting game was rough Our daddies must have been the all-wool stuff! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPORT STORY OF A WINNER by GLYN MAXWELL WOMAN SKATING by MARGARET ATWOOD FISHING IN WINTER by RALPH BURNS CAPPER KAPLINSKI AT THE NORTH SIDE CUE CLUB by HAYDEN CARRUTH JACKIE ROBINSON by LUCILLE CLIFTON FOR THE DEATH OF VINCE LOMBARDI by JAMES DICKEY THE DEATH OF THE RACE CAR DRIVER by NORMAN DUBIE A FOOL THERE WAS by WILLIAM A. PHELON |
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