THE spring approaches, and each eager fan Tunes up his voice—the April pipes of Pan Are not a marker to the early notes, Wherewith each bug makes all the yawp he can! Three-toned his lung-power—one grand welcoming scream To greet the heroes of the old home team— A yowl derisive for the visitors, and then, Just for the umpire—a horrific dream. A surging uproar like a devil's den, A direful mooing, like a cattle-pen Jammed with wild steers—and all this racket tells The royal story—baseball's here again! The contracts come—the players only smile, And send reply, "Aw, raise the price a mile— The steel plants look extremely good right now— Come up, across, and make it worth our while!" And the balked magnate, finding he is stung, Like an orang among the trees gives tongue— He'd like to cork his barrel—but the boys Demand, with mockery, a swift-pulled bung! Far overseas, along the conquered line, The valiant lads who won the victory pine, Just to get back, to see the game—for that, They'll willingly forsake the captured Rhine! Down South, in Dixie's semi-tropic air, The terrible hotels in glee prepare For training squadrons—ah, yes—sum it up, The season's coming—"and the game's still there!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 3. THAILALND by KAREN SWENSON IN A RAILROAD STATION by SARA TEASDALE VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 4. CAPRI by SARA TEASDALE ODE TO TRANQUILLITY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ALICE IN WONDERLAND: THE WALRUS AND THE CARPENTER by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON THE NINETEENTH OF APRIL, 1861 by LUCY LARCOM THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 23 by OMAR KHAYYAM |